game changers {fridge edition}

As babies grow up, there's quite a few game changers that completely mix up your daily routine. There's the major ones, like rolling over (don't leave me on the bed anymore, mom! I will fall right off and break my head!), crawling (you have to poop mom? Cool. I'm going to crawl away from you as fast as I can and open the bathroom cupboard with the bleach!), pulling themselves up (oh hey cute frames on the shelves! I'm gonna pull you right onto my eye and poke it right out!), standing up in the crib (Oh, it's nap time you say? Well I'd rather stand up and scream for you instead! Go ahead, lay me down and see what happens next!) and walking (bye mom! I'll never sit still again!).

Then there's the less assuming game changers - some of them good and some not so great - like learning to put their own pacifier in their mouth in the middle of the night (whew!) locking a closet door when they're inside and you're putting laundry away (SOS), discovering how much fun it is to pull on the roll of TP when you look away for 5 seconds.... the list is endless.

Today's game changer may seem minor, but it was one I was waiting on for weeks now: opening the refrigerator on his own. Now every time Kyle goes in the kitchen (the place we spend the majority of our mornings and afternoons), you better believe he's opening that door to check out what's inside. He's been very interested in the contents of the fridge for months now; every time it would open his little hands would touch everything in reach and I'd have to pry him away to close the door.

How does this change my daily routine you may ask? I now have to teach him the appropriate times to open the fridge with my permission, or utilize the baby-proof mechanism, which means that every. single. time. I open it, I must first unclasp a latch. Game frickin' changer.