watch what you hang and where you hang it people

My beautiful, lovable, sweet, soft-voiced little girl is turning into a loud destructo toddler right before my very eyes. She’s only 9 1/2 months, but those FINGERS. They’re EVEYWHERE. And the voice follows very closely. Today? She didn’t want to nap, so she stood in her crib and tore down my favorite reprint vintage poster (I know it’s Disney, and I cringe at that, but it’s gorgeous, I promise). Luckily it’s only slightly mangled, possibly salvagable.
While I go figure out where to hang it out of reach – the ceiling maybe? – I need to find something for that wall. Probably it will be the smaller vintage record albums I found for a buck a piece. I can put them up high enough I think…. I also want one of these Picture Windows from Urban Outfitters. This one she can touch. Plastic-coated picture goodness so she can stare at all her relatives, with what appears to be fascination?