The cure for the ugly baby gate

Initiate: J'Accuse Mom.

When Eleanor Darling, the tiny human who lives with us, started crawling, I began the search for some kind of baby gate, or as we later came to refer to it, baby jail.

But first, an admission: Yes, I am the type of picky, design-snob parent who just can’t with all the extra colorful, plastic, so-kid-like-it’s-even-condescending-to-a-2-year-old stuff. Ye…