Baby Gates, Here We Come

For the past few months, we've put Noah on a level of our house confident that he would stay on that level. Sure, he began crawling right after Christmas, but while he could get his hands on the first stair, he rarely could get his legs up even one stairstep.

Not anymore.

This afternoon, Joy took Sam up to the bathroom and while Sam was finishing up, Joy heard a soft "pad, pad, pad" behind her. She quickly twirled around only to find Noah smiling up at her, proud as he could be that he had just conquered the mountain of steps to find where Mama and Sam had gone. After Noah's failing down the stairs in early January before we realized how fast he had become at crawling, we've had a fear of Noah and the stairs. Looks like its time for the baby gates to migrate to the bottom of the stairs as well as the top.