Don't Worry, the Slow-Cooker is Safe...

Our little darlin' is now 8 months old.  He rolls over, laughs, pushes up on to all fours to ultimately rock back-and-forth flop down and start all over again.  Daniel's most recent accomplishment is that he has figured out how to crawl.  This movement is by no means graceful; although he does point his toes while crawling.  Yea, who knows.  He looks rather like a drunken sailor crawling on the ground as he goes diagonal, slips and recovers, gets his legs all crossed to fall down once more.  Even when he has his sight on a toy that he wants, he can't crawl in a straight line, coupled with a way short attention span unless he's hungry, means he gets distracted with a different toy, or the bottom of our lazy-boy, and forgets where he was supposed to be going.  He really forgets his original destination if the new item can make a very loud noise over and over and over and over again.  Seriously, a drunken sailor.

Thus, enter child-proofing.

Thanks to this new found mobility, nothing is safe.  Even though we haven't reached the pulling-one's self-up phase, which I've been told is worse than walking, he's already figured out that anything at his level is potentially fair game.  Therefore, cabinet doors and any kind of shelving is exciting territory for our little Ibn Fatota (a famous Arab explorer and traveller).  In our living room, we have a bookcase, shocking I know.  On the bottom shelf are our cookbooks, and for some reason, Daniel is drawn only to the Slow Cooker cookbook.  He wants to only pull out that book over and over and over and over again.

Now, to today.  Again, thanks to this new found mobility, Michael and I have realized we need to child-proof our kitchen and bathroom cabinets and well as shelving and bookcases.  You know the dangerous stuff that can fall or get ingested.  So, where did we start?  You guessed it, the cabinet that houses the slow-cooker.  That child-proofing lock thing is right in place and it works too!  Pulling bookcases over, drinking dishwasher detergent, and whatever else is under the sink practically has an invitation on it.  But, not the slow-cooker, it is safe and secure.  I mean he can't even pull a little Sesame Street train thing, but come the morning, you had better believe the first place he's going to try to go is to get out that slow-cooker and make something!  Goodness gracious!*(please see below)

Now, y'all may not get why this is so funny to us, but here's a bit more background.  This evening I was finishing up the dishes when Michael walks in all proud of himself asking if I had tested the child-proof lock thing.  I'm thinking he put them on all the doors, so I naturally go to open the door under the sink, yea, it opens without a problem.  Then, I'm thinking, ok where's the lock, yup, on the door to the slow-cooker.  I look at him and say, "Well, Daniel can get to the poisonous stuff under the sink, but that slow-cooker is safe and sound!"

*I am well aware that many children get seriously hurt by all this stuff that I am making light of at the moment.  We fully intend to finish child-proofing tomorrow morning, so that Daniel is as safe as we can make him.  It just happened to be a rather funny exchange between two tired parents.