It's okay. No need to call social services on us. Dan has been climbing stairs for the past week, ALWAYS supervised, of course. The most he has climbed is three stairs before he realizes how high up he is. Then we are trying to teach him how to come back down backwards. We figure supervised access is better than no access at all.
Sometimes I have to remind myself that he's only eight and a half months old. I'm amazed at how mobile and agile he is. He's cruising along the furniture and has even cruised from one thing to another. He can stand on his own for a few seconds. He can even let himself down from standing without holding on to anything. I've been told this is not unusual for babies with Daoust genes, but it's still unnerving. Tuesday night's bath was a battle to get him to stay seated.
And he's also beginning to understand certain words, like dinnertime, bath time, nap time and beddie (which is Jim's word for bed). He associates being carried up the stairs with nap time or bedtime and it doesn't make him very happy AT ALL.
We now have to figure out how to outsmart him.
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