My Own Little Houdini

Last week, I turned the kitchen corner to find Christa in here:


Hmmm... I'd thought she was innocently playing with the Tupperware. Oh well. I strategically arranged my lower cabinets with the expectation that her curiosity would grow as she learned to get around better. No worries. Especially about those stairs. Because I- smug, prepared supermom - had anticipated that the day might come when my child was no longer restricted to the den where I instructed her to play, and had a sturdy gate custom ordered and installed to accommodate our unusual banister.

As you can see here:


So you can imagine my surprise when it took all of about 15 seconds for my sweet baby girl to figure this out:


And then this:

And then, this:

And then I really wanted to nominate myself for mother-of-the-year, when I looked up from vaccuming and saw this:

Seriously - I don't know how she can fit through that space! She's like a cockroach! (I'm sure THAT comment just sealed the deal for my nomination for mother of the year!)

Houston, we have a problem...