Of course he goes straight towards danger...dog food bowl, water bowl and the grocery cart of doom. Which is why we had to purchase a baby corral.
He doesn't seem to mind being trapped in his colorful contraption. As if crawling wasn't a monumental enough of an achievement, the boy has decided that crawling was so last year and now he is working on learning to walk. He has begun to pull himself up! The toy box is the perfect height for him right now.
Now that Fletch is contained, the dog, cat, daddy and I feel much more comfortable around here. No tails will be yanked and no electrical wires will be stripped from their rightful place causing baby electrocution. Fletch is still a free-range baby since we opted not to put him in a dog carrier.
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