counterproductive

Our small lounge room has wooden floors and a fireplace at one end. The hearth is roughly tiled with sharp, right angled edges that are about the right height above the floor for a rolling baby to smack her head on. She's not even crawling yet and already our home is resembling a death-trap. So, I bought a chunky woolen rug to cushion a rolling head and Sal bought some plastic doo-dads that cover sharp edges. So we're sorted.

Well, not really. Little lady has taken a shine to aforementioned doo-dads and will now roll an impressive distance at an even more impressive pace to rip said doo-dad from the sharp corner and shove it in her two-toothed mouth. She will roll over the brightly coloued blanket, past the pile of toys and over a small moat of floorboard to reach the colourless, dull rubber corner piece. So, as a pointy-corner-protector it (well, they, she'll remove the one from each corner of the hearth) is fairly useless. In fact it is worse than that; they doo-dad is a real AJ magnet, drawing her towards the hearth of doom.

However, as a top-notch toy, right up there alongside the empty Gatorade bottle, it rocks.