Does anyone remember me saying how I had it pretty easy with Owen in regards to him getting into things? I've always been able to leave out my yarn baskets and not worry too much about "baby proofing." He left things pretty much where they were supposed to be.
Well, I am now eating those words. Enter, my daughter. I leave her for a second and something is bound to happen. Stair climbing, getting stuck behind a chair, playing under the sink with the cleaners, throwing her shoes in the toilet, or something else along these lines: