Elli has become much more mobile as she has gotten older. We used to be able to put her somewhere and count on the fact that she would stay there for awhile and if she did decide to go somewhere else, it would be a slow process. That is not the case any more. Once she decides to move, she is very quick. She's gotten to know our new home pretty well, plus she has no fear of exploration. We have found her all through the house. Her favorite spot right now is the downstairs laundry. She likes to play the piano, so we will often put her in the piano room. If we hear the playing stop, there's a pretty good chance she's made a beeline for the laundry room and is climbing into our top-loading washer. Such is life:)
The other day I was in charge of her. I left her in her upstairs therapy room. (We haven't put a gate on that room yet.) She seemed content, so I left the area for a couple of minutes. Seriously, like three or four. When I came back, she was gone. I called out to her. Nothing. So I started walking around, listening. Finally I heard her babbling. It was coming from the loft. I went upstairs…and saw the attic door open! Not good. A small platform she could safely walk on and then drywall ceilings she could fall through.
I rushed in and found her climbing in the trusses!
Oh, sweet Elli. What ARE we going to do with you???