It's dangerous to over baby-proof your house. I say this because there may be a day when you're busily reading a new favorite blog while your husband is paying bills in the office, and you really should be watching your two year old, but you're downstairs and the basement is all baby-gated up like a mini Fort Knox and you never have to worry about him playing, unseen in the hallway. Then you hear a mysterious thumping sound and you wonder, hmmm, what could he be thumping in the hallway? And you finally get up to look only to find that the laundry room gate has been breeched and the boy is playing in the not-cleaned-in-over-a-week kitty litter box and all you can do is scream as though you've found his severed head lying on the floor prompting your husband to make a terrified dash out of the office thinking that surely the child is dead, only to find his son making a kitty litter sandcastle on the floor of the laundryroom. Meanwhile, as husband is digesting this sight you will be frozen in place chanting, "I can't touch it, I can't touch it, I'm pregnant, I can't touch it." "it" referring to both the litter and the child.
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