I need baby gates…lots and lots of baby gates. And I need a vacation, a gallon of margaritas, a maid, a moisturizer that won’t make me break out, a new pair of Birkenstocks, a ceiling fan for Bean’s room and a pile of tiramisu from Pasta Pompodoro.

But, the baby gates are key…Bean is tearing our house apart and will put anything in her mouth…even if it’s still moving. So, yeah, send baby gates stat.