Trouble with a Capital L

Today I came to the conclusion that I am in big trouble. The first event that led me to this conclusion was when Lillie had wrapped herself up really tight inside our blue IKEA bag. She loves the sound of plastic bags, LOVES to kick them, and this was the only one I thought was somewhat safe, but not anymore. She had gotten one arm stuck in the handle and had rolled multiple times until she was completely encased in the huge blue bag. Then, later on I found her pulling all the cords out from the Xbox and sticking them in her mouth. Bad, bad. And just now, I came in just in time to pull her hand out from getting smashed by the drawer of our TV cabinet. She was hanging there on the handle with one hand, pulling the drawer open and close while her other hand's fingers were holding onto the bottom of the drawer. This is all from a baby that cannot crawl, cannot even sit up, but is still managing to cause all this trouble. I am now living in fear of that day when she will be able to do those things, because I am going to have to keep a constant eye on her.