Ever since Bardo was old enough to crawl he's been getting into food. For some reason, I've just allowed it. You would think I would have learned after this, this, and this, and more.
Lately however I've been feeling somewhat out of control as the messes pile up around me. So last week when Bardo, while I was on a morning run, spilled a couple pounds of chia seeds on the floor and tried to clean them up by dumping water on them, I felt in the "depths of despair." Was this truly to be my lot in life until my sweet boy was hold enough to kick out of the house?
The Warlock, ever my hero, quickly installed the locking door knob we've had for a year on the pantry door. And then, I went to WalMart and bought a bike lock for the refrigerator. The cashier's jaw dropped when I told her what it was for. It looks a little excessive, but refrigerator locks don't work against my hungry boy. We needed a high security bike lock. And it works like a charm. Within two days, Bardo was eating meals instead of filling up on fruit and crackers from the fridge and pantry. It's a beautiful thing. Maybe we can even start buying ice cream again.