More baby proofing
Logan is all over the place & accident prone. Before we left for the farm this weekend, he did a face plant on the edge of the stairs. The day before that...a head butt on his blocks. His poor little noggin' is getting a lot of wear & tear. Bill has talked about getting Logan a baby crash helmet.

He also figured out how to take the outlet cover off of the socket. We need to replace all of the sockets because the outlets are loose. They don't keep the prongs in very well, which in itself is a fire hazard. But they don't hold the outlet cover in very snug either. While I was unloading the dishwasher, Logan showed me how he can take off the cover exposing the outlet so he can try to poke stuff in there. Nice.

He can also open all of the cupboards. It's not a big deal other than the one under the sink. At the house we were living in before, we had plenty of room to put cleaning solutions up high where he couldn't reach them. Now we don't have as much room & I have to keep the supplies under the sink. We're getting the locks tomorrow morning.

We've discovered another kitchen hazard this afternoon. Logan likes to pat on the kitchen garbage can. It's stainless steel & makes a funny reflection like a fun house mirror. He can entertain himself for quite a while over there. Well, the can has a foot petal that he's had his fingers caught in once before. He got them in there again this afternoon. His fingers were getting pinched so hard it left deep grooves on the tops. I felt so bad for him. He calmed down after a good cuddle though.

He hasn't mastered the climbing of the stairs yet, but he keeps trying. He's bumped his head a few times, so we tried looking for the table foam you can cut to size. You can only order it online here! So Bill ended up making a makeshift padding out of potholders & gym towels. It works really well & he joked saying he would sell it to anyone for $10. That's quite a steal, if you ask me.

I've mentioned before how we need to live in a plastic bubble because of our family allergies & my germaphobia (now that Logan is crawling & getting his hands into everything). Now I'm thinking we just need to live in a padded room. Or maybe wear helmets & knee pads.