And then it turned out that the safety gate and furniture anchor installation I thought was scheduled for Tuesday was really on Monday. Good thing I looked at a calendar. So, we cleaned like crazy people for a bit.
Mostly, I spent my day taking the dog out whether she asked to go or not, trying to convince the dog and the baby that they both actually want a barrier between them, and (related) being SO EXCITED about these new gates.
The dog has a crate. We used it consistently for 18 months. She never took to it. She walked into it without someone throwing a treat in approximately three times. So it is folded up in the garage.
Now she has a bed next to her water bowl right by the bell she rings to ask to go outside where she can see most of the house and the porch and it's on the other side of a gate that I can close to keep the baby out of her face.
(The baby also has a play pen. And takes naps. And sits in my lap. And can be distracted most of the time. Also, the dog is allowed on the furniture and the baby can't climb up by herself. It's not like the dog needs to go live in her new bedroom. But... now she can hang out there some! Especially while she's recovering from surgery.)
The first thing my husband said about the new gate was "should we move the pets' water to the other side?" I don't think he's nearly as happy about subdividing our house and assigning sections to creatures as I am. The actual main point of the gate is to keep the baby out of the water. Because while it's a long trip and good exercise once I carry her back to the other end of the house, she'll pursue that water bowl to the exclusion of all else. As a bonus, I can keep the baby out of the dog too.
The cat already has the spare bedroom all to himself. And the tops of the cabinets, and several cat trees of various heights. He used to just have a large closet with a litter box, in addition to all his climbing spaces, but now he has his own room too.
All this, and my husband typically only sleeps with 2/3 of himself on the bed. (Last night, the dog spent part of the night longways between us along the pillows. Who's going to move the sleeping dog who is wearing a cone? Not either of us.)
I'm also really excited about the soft corners on various pieces of furniture. I predict I'll have a lot fewer bruises now that we've padded every room a little bit.