I was just telling a friend earlier today that we probably still have some baby proofing to do around the house.
A few minutes ago, I heard Eli cry. I found him standing in the kitchen upset because the TEQUILA BOTTLE he had just taken off the shelf of the closet bumped his cheek on its way down. He carried the bottle as he wandered around the kitchen and sort of muttered to himself for a while. Then he screamed and cried when I took the bottle out of his hand.
I feel the same way sometimes, Buddy.