Connor can open doors now. My life will never be the same. If I turn my head for just a moment, he is fishing for god knows what in the toilet or opening doors that lead to stairwells, and lets not forget my personal favorite; digging through cupboards and resurfacing with ant traps in tow (Note to self: research if ant traps are poisonous). "Get child proofing door knobs!" you say. Of course, I have thought of that but buying anti door openers won't end the stress. It will only change the stress from one form to another. And is a one year old opening doors really any worse then listening to him cry in utter agony because he can no longer play his very favorite game of all time? It's a toss up...
I also have to keep in mind that when I put the child proof locks on my kitchen sink cabinets, I wasn't able to get my dish soap until Mike got home that evening from work. I hear those anti door openers can be tricky and I don't know if I like the possibility of being stuck in Connor's playroom all day. I suppose when Mike refers to something as being 'Jennie-proof' instead of 'baby-proof' he does so with good reason...
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