It's the little things...

So, I feel rather foolish by this admission, but my life has been changed in a not insignificant way by the purchase of a new gate from the kitchen to the rest of the house.

This is the new, wonderful, amazing, stupendous, fabulous, great gate. Purchase for $50 and overpriced-baby-items-R-us. However, in this particular instance, I feel the actual value far exceeds the dollar amount.

For the previous five years we had suffered through this kind of gate. Horrible. It falls down constantly, is too high to easily climb over, after a few falls to the floor it gets out of wack of the tracking and just generally is not a good thing. Of course, it's the cheapest one out there. We cursed it. We actually cursed a wooden and plastic gate...that's how deep the arrgravation went.

Finally I couldn't take it anymore. We have our tax refund money and I was determined to buy a decent gate. And it worked. I installed it in a matter of minutes and now I am rather embarassed at how easy life is with the new gate.

Going to the kitchen is no longer such a hassle. Letting the dogs into the rest of the house is easy. The gate is hands free...just use a foot and knee to nudge it open. That means I can have a baby (or two) in my arms and not be hindered in my movement...(well, by the gate...the tendinitis is another thing).

So, that's that. Wonderful gate. Ridiculous warm fuzzy feelings for an inanimate object. I don't care. :)