Hope has graduated. She is no longer commando crawling, sneaking up on those (many) dust bunny enemies hidden in the corners. As of two days ago, Hope figured out how to use those knees. And when she really wants to move fast, she reverts back to the sneak attack.
This means that (re)childproofing has to begin in earnest. I always knew that Hope would be the child that is into everything. Emily was not that child. She rarely went into cupboards that were banned, she didn't get into kitchen ingredients (until older), she didn't make a quick beeline for stairs. Hope is a different ballgame.
The other day I was unloading groceries from the car. I put the kids in the house and made sure the basement door was closed. When I came back in from the first load, the basement door was wide open. To say that I broke land speed records is an understatement. And there was Hope on the landing just before the big tumble to the basement. I grabbed her and searched for some heart medication. It took me a long time to calm down.
I asked Emily (calmly) why she opened the door. She said: Hope wanted to go down there.
We'll be buying another baby gate this weekend. Seems a door is no defence against a toddler wanting to help out her sister.