It seems like my child-proofing skills are being tested on a much too regular basis. I finally have the bathroom covered. The living room has nothing but a TV, couch, and a lamp (the coffee table and end tables were removed because of Jack's growing acrobatic skills). In the kitchen I have put all knives out of reach, all rolling pins that could be used to cause major blunt force trama are hidden, and the toaster stays unplugged unless being used.
Just when I think the house is finally safe for my curiousity stricken lovelies, I am hit in the face with a new challenge. Today I was preheating the oven for a tasty treat that was in the works. I left the kitchen and returned to a terrible smell, and smoke all over. Just as I walked in, the smoke alarm started blaring, and I whipped the oven door open and found flames. Lots of flames. One of my two angel babes (not sure which one...I am having a hard time getting them to fess up to it :) ) had decided to throw some of my clothes in the oven.
Definitely not the end of the world, but I really loved that shirt...it made me look skinnier than I am in real life, AND it was new. Those little turkeys.
Moral of the story: ALWAYS check to see if your kids have deposited any items in the oven before you turn it on, or you are going to end up with a stinky house and no clothes.