And since Matilda was a late mover, it sort of makes Nate and I feel like we don't know what the hell we are doing sometimes. Namely, because about 3 times a day we realize there is something crazy in Bea's mouth that shouldn't be there.
We really didn't have to baby proof at all for Tillie. She just sat there and whined until we brought her things that made her happy.
This one, not so much.
She moves. Scratch that. She scavenges.
She will sniff out a dried up crusty kix from a mile away and then she will crawl like the wind is at her back to get it.
We are finding it is very very tricky to babyproof crumbs, and other choking hazards with a toddler also creating her own little hurricane of crumbs every day.
Things we have found in Bea's mouth so far:
Dried up Cheerios
Dried up Kix
An entire unopened packet of Equal
A small wound up strand of string
one of Matilda's band-aids
Unrecognizable fuzz from behind a chair
It's times like these that I suppose I wished we had a dog.... :)