Oh. Deary. Me. PG has discovered the staircase. Instant regret about moving from a bungalow to a house with stairs (we’d have never even had to contend with this problem in the old house). I joke, of course. It’s better to teach her all about health and safety around stairs at home than on some other random stairs.
Luckily or unluckily, depending on how you look at it, PG can now get her leg up high enough to deal with stairs, and boy does she love the adventure. I usually get home from work around 5.15pm and apart from teatime and In the night garden (both firm favourites), most of the time is spending going up and down the stairs with daddy’s help. Some might think this is foolish of me and I should stop her doing it, but I actually think teaching her properly can only be a good thing. She’s been at this for a week now and we’ve still no baby gate (this is pending, and coming soon, don’t sweat folks). She loves adventuring up to the top, which takes a few minutes, before coming back down again. The latter bit is the hard part and she needs plenty help doing it, but she gets how she needs to do it. She doesn’t just fling herself off the top step and hope for the best – the baby gate would have been up by now if that was the case believe me – and is pretty sensible about it. Of course when she crawls out of the lounge by herself me and Wifey know exactly where she’s going and promptly follow her.
For anyone who has visions of us just lazing away on the sofa letting our child roam around free – do one – that’s not the case at all. We have tremendous fun venturing around the house together, although my knees can’t take much more or this crawling around so I hope she starts to walk soon.
My blogging skills seem to be going out the window at the moment as life is whizzing by at a rate of knots and I don’t want to miss valuable daddy-daughter time writing blog posts, so I’m afraid you’ll have to put up with my miserable attempt at getting new posts out. I’ve also found myself wondering if blogging is actually something I want to carry on with. I know that I wouldn’t want my mum and dad plastering me all over the net, so I might have to change my approach slightly, and maybe lay off some of the photos etc, or change how I take them (comments from other bloggers on this subject would be good!)
The 11 month post looms (7 days, eek!) and then it’s onto the big events of the year… CHRISTMAS and the little monkey turning ONE!!!