When Ella was little,
we found out that she could open doors on the same day we found out that she could crawl down stairs. She was playing in her room upstairs with the door closed, and when I next saw her, she was three steps from the bottom of the stairs, playing with the scissors that had been at the top of the stairs {that I hadn't worried about, since she was securely in her room}. That was when we welcomed The Gate.
Since moving into this house, I have felt a freedom to run upstairs for something, leaving Jack downstairs, because he could not climb upstairs. But no more!
Look at me, Mom!
Aren't you proud?
See? I can go sideways!
Ooh! A cheerio. Snacktime!
Why are you crying, Mom? Aren't you happy?
Of course, the way I found out he could climb the mountain stairs was when I heard, from my bedroom, ku-thud thud thud thud BOOM....WWWWHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!!!
He's getting better everyday, and may someday even venture to come back down. Someday.
look how big he is!! Wasn't he just born?
ReplyDeleteHe is so stinking cute! Although his face looks pretty worried. Must be brave, facing his fears!
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