Our daughter is 13 months old now. Her bedroom is attached to our living room, and has a glass door on it. We thought that would make it easy to watch her when she was little. It was. Unfortunately, things have changed.
Evelyn knows a few words. Dog. Cat. Dad. Aimee and I are both in school, so we study. Our desks are in the living room, and mine is visible from Evelyn's crib. A couple of weeks ago she seemed very tired, so we put her in bed for a nap. We waited for the noise from her room to subside, then we crept back to our desks.
My bottom hadn't even touched the seat when I knew I had been thwarted. A cacophony of "Da! Da! Da! Da!" came from the room adjacent the living room. I risked a glance, and sure enough, Evelyn was standing in her crib. Arms over the top, looking right at me. So much for the glass door.