Maybe it's the influence of her siblings, or maybe it's the "Harry blood" in her. She crawls up on the trampoline downstairs and can't figure out how to get down with yet another bruise. People are going to think we drop her in our spare time. She crawls up the garbage can and walks over to the CDs next to it, and smiles as they all hit the floor. Today, she got into the plant/tree thing in our front room and took handfuls of dirt and scattered it all over around the pot. These are things she's never done before. There are just too many new things to explore. You think you have your house child-proofed, until you have a child, that is.
Opened the dishwasher to unload it, and quickly went to the bathroom (cause I'd rather do anything than dishes). Came back to find this. Guess I'll be hand-washing my knives from now on.