request for advice - free range kid?

Advice requested:

The time is coming soon when the Junebug will be tall enough to climb out of his crib and need to switch to a toddler bed.

This is causing me to lose sleep with visions of a two-year-old wandering about the house unsupervised while Mr. E and I are (optimism, I know, given the newborn) asleep. I just lie awake and see him pulling bookshelves down on himself. Falling out of windows. Turning on the stove and burning himself. Figuring out a way to climb up to the knife blocks or the poisons shelf.

People who have dealt with this already: how did you deal with this? Did you lock them in their rooms? Did you put up baby gates? (We think at the point that he can climb out of his crib he'll be able to climb over a baby gate, but maybe that's not so.) Did you somehow manage to babyproof the whole house? What did you do?

the interpretation of poetry

Suzanne Vega's Solitude Standing was one of the key albums of my adolescence. I remember a really impassioned conversation sometime around midnight in a parking lot outside of a diner (no, not Tom's diner…this is real life we're talking about here) with a couple of classmates about how "Tom's Diner" is a metaphor, man. I think it was a metaphor for alienation. Probably. High school was a while ago.

The song "Gypsy" features the line, which at the time I thought was romantic and evocative, "Oh, hold me like a baby that will not fall asleep." At the time I did not realize that Vega was exhorting her lover to hold her while bouncing vigorously on a yoga ball, sticking a finger in her mouth, and alternating between SHUSHing loudly in her ear and murmuring "Go to sleep, go to sleep, you tiny motherfucker" to the tune of Brahms' Lullaby.