We’ve expanded Margaret’s pen.
She enjoyed* her week of freedom at my parents’ house, where she could attack the furniture and pull herself up. Her previous pen was somewhat devoid of proper up-pulling furniture – it has dining room tables instead of couches and coffee tables – and she was getting to where she needed*** a bit more space to really hit her groove on the crawling thing.
So we have swung her fence. It now cuts off half the living room, but leaves her free to explore the other half.
The half with the fireplace, and the corner where we plug our laptops in.
So we built barricades out of chairs and bits of fencing and baskets of books. It seems to be working, but she enjoys crawling around underneath things.
It’s good to know that the end of all her labors was to sit in front of the fire with a good book. It shows remarkable good taste.
And then I lured her out into the open with a crackly blanket square.
*Got into lots of trouble**
**Trouble = electrical cords
***We use this word with Margaret in a very loose sense.
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