alexist

The words "Aliza, no!" come out of my mouth approximately 600 times a day. Usually in the kitchen. It's a small kitchen, she's underfoot, and she gets into all the cupboards. At the moment, she's obsessed with the stacking glass bowls (thank god, they're Duralex, which requires major force to break) and the box of Calgon tablets (individually wrapped, at least--she probably could rip them open if she played long enough, but it gives me that crucial 30 seconds to get them away before she tries to eat them). She can also get things off the kitchen counter when they're not right at the edge--imagine my horror when I put my big knife down the other day and she grabbed it.

The freezer is still a favourite; our frost-free freezer actually has a thin layer of ice on the drawers from being opened and closed so much.

I have no choice; she doesn't remember well yet (or, for that matter, care) and I can't keep her locked out of the kitchen because then she'll get in trouble where I can't watch her (and believe me she will; she climbs furniture). It's a phase I'll have to get through, but man, do I hate it. I don't like being Evil Mean Mommy who only says no.

No, we don't have room for a Pack'n'Play even if she'd tolerate it which she probably wouldn't.

Someone directed me to http://www.babysecurity.co.uk/ which has all kinds of gadgets for securing cupboards--including ones that just clip to the handles. Ugly, but for a couple of months use, I'll take it! Fridge thingy too.