Now that Baby A is extremely mobile, she has pretty much said screw playing with toys and hello to her new friends the smelly garbage, my expensive pots and the stair case. Oh yeah, and every single cabinet in my house. It’s really fun. That only means one thing for me to do: time to baby proof. Kill me. In AntiMom fashion, I truly hate the way those child proofing contraptions look. Hanging all over the knobs and shit, looking all plastic-y. We spent good money on our house and furniture, now I have to crap it all up. UGH!…
