Where’s The Catch?

Lucy is now pretty much at full-speed around the house, having got the hang of crawling some time ago. She can make remarkable progress across the floor, despite her small size and inability to walk. Coupled with this ability to explore is also the desire to explore.

Everything which is within reach (and at times some things which aren’t), will be pushed, pulled, chewed and rattled. Our house is just a playground of new stuff to do now she’s got her crawling badge. Unfortunately, we can’t just let her loose in the kitchen cupboards, so we’ve needed to fit child safety catches on all of the doors. These are primitive lumps of plastic which screw to the door, with a corresponding catch screwing to the carcase of the cabinet. Pull the door open about 2 inches, push the plastic bit in slightly, then the door’s released. Easy.

Except these things are driving me nuts.

Each of our floor-level kitchen cupboards have drawers above them. That means the catches couldn’t be mounted at the top as designed. Nor could they be mounted to the side, because everything’s nice and flush-fitting, including the appliances, so there’s no room to get your fingers in. So the only place they could go was on the floor of the cabinet.

So now every time I need anything out of the kitchen cupboards (and that’s many times a day), I need to bend down, articulate my wrist in a monumentally uncomfortable way, pull the door open and then push the catch up into the cupboard.

Annoying.

Crawling and Clapping

Yesterday, Lucy started crawling. That’s right, the might of a seven-month-old has now just been unleashed onto the world. It really did come without warning – she had been trying without success for the past few weeks now, but not really got anywhere, until today.

Katrina was changing her nappy, went into the bathroom next door to get some water for her, then turned round to find a curious-looking head poking round the door wondering what she was doing. It’s now time for the stair gates I guess…

In other news, she also started clapping today. Again, no real warning, just a sudden desire to wake up one morning with coordination substantially improved since the previous evening. It’s like she goes to bed pondering these things, then wakes up the next day to try out her new theory.

Obviously we are now encouraging her to do more of this stuff, so every opportunity it’s "Can Lucy clap her hands?". Of course she can.