I stood before the vast metal display shelf of options, perplexed at which to select. Aisle 15 at my local Lowe’s home improvement store was the section where I never thought I’d be and yet here I was, learning the A-B-Cs of childproofing.

The “extra value pack” drew me in. Dreambaby Sliding Locks, three to a pack, were not only an extra value to begin with but they were on sale. Yay! The instructions on the back of the package read, “Dreambaby Sliding Lock fits easily to cabinet knobs and closes with a simple sliding action, helping keep children out of cupboards.” Eureka! I found the perfect solution to my dilemma.

Putting this interesting plastic apparatus to the test occupied my mind on the drive home. I wondered if it would live up to its promise. Would it put an end to my two-year-old’s frequent explorations once and for all?

I am happy to report that Dreambaby Sliding Locks DO keep children out of cupboards. They fit easily over door knobs and keep doors closed. Not tightly, but definitely secured.

My two-year-old is extremely upset at me though. She will sit in front of my cabinet doors time and time again, reach under the small opening of the door braced by the lock, and repeatedly pull and let go until those annoying thumping sounds get my attention. She has done this with not only kitchen cabinets but bathroom ones, too. Oh, it’s so irritating! I call her name from wherever I am in the house and tell her, “No!” She pauses for a few seconds, and then starts right back up again. It’s clear to me that she’s fully aware of her devilish deeds. The way she gives me that “you’re not the boss of me!” stare each time she’s being disciplined is obvious proof.

She’s turned my sectional couch into her very own let-me-see-how-far-and-quick-I-can-hang-on-and-pull-myself-around-the-bottom-edge-of-it challenge. She’s applied this same theory to the underside of my bed, grabbing and pulling the mattress box spring fabric from one end to the other like she’s captain of an undefeated playground monkey bars agility team. Now I know what parents mean by those “terrible twos.”

This may be the first time you’re finding out that I adopted a little girl. She came into my life last summer, rescued from homelessness and living on the street. I can’t imagine how it must feel going from not knowing where you’d get your next meal to a world full of abundant food and toys, a loving family, and permanent shelter. I’m continually amazed at her intelligence and inquisitive mind. She is definitely a strong-willed female, but I wouldn’t have it any other way. Life is a whole lot more interesting with her around.

My baby girl allowed me to include a photo of her in this blog post, but she’s quite embarrassed by her actions. She wants me to omit her name and not show her face for now. Although she can’t promise that she’ll end her escapades, she wants you to know that she really is a good girl—one who lives each day with fascination, joy, and vivacity.

Her wish is that you, too, live your own life with limitless curiosity…especially if you’re lucky enough to have nine like her!

Proud Cat Mom, Denise

“Time Spent with Cats is Never Wasted.”-Sigmund Freud