As you can see by the first picture, our high tech stair security was to have my hope chest in front of the stairs to block it off. The main reason we did this was because to put a gate up securely we would have to take the railing down which I think would be a safety issue for the older kids, especially Moira. Considering none of the older kids learned to climb over things until about 18 months old, I figured by that time we would have Lincoln going up and down the stairs on his own.
Well, Moira had different ideas. On Friday I hear whispering and giggling coming from the hall near the steps. I go to investigate and find my brilliant babies have broken free, flown the coop if you will. Notice the use of empty diaper boxes as step stools. 
THEY ARE GOING...GOING.....
............GONE!!!!!!!!
Well, Moira had different ideas. On Friday I hear whispering and giggling coming from the hall near the steps. I go to investigate and find my brilliant babies have broken free, flown the coop if you will. Notice the use of empty diaper boxes as step stools. THEY ARE GOING...GOING.....
............GONE!!!!!!!!haha, so we had to make a decision, keep pulling him off the stairs and dealing with the temper tantrums that followed, or start teaching him the stairs early. We decided to teach him the stairs. He actually does very well, he knew right away that he needed to go down on his butt. Unfortunately he did fall once, and has a pretty bad gash over his eyebrow. Now he has a rakish band aid over his eye. He looks like James Dean..he's a 'Baby Without a Cause'. My little rebel boy.
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