I knew it wouldn't be long before he figured out how to negotiate his way through my clever 'dining chair blockade' across the staircase. Last week he cracked it. Like a stealth mission, one night when I was busy in the kitchen, he burrowed under the wooden bars at the base of the chair. Then with snake like agility, he slithered up onto the first step. And took off! He was on the fifth step by the time I realised and much to his delight, I let him go. Standing close behind him, I wanted to see just how far he would go. Right to the top he climbed, cruised across the landing and into his room. No. fear.
So the old safety gate was dug out, dusted off and installed, without delay. Our stairs are steep, like most terrace houses. Thankfully they are carpeted (in the most 70's green colour no less, one day we'll renovate!) which is a little safer than the wooden variety. I wasn't willing to take any chances with my cheeky monkey though. The gate is fiddly and awkward and more of a squeeze for Scott and I to use the stairs. But at least it's secure and Angus thinks it's fantastic. He has created his own chill out space, a place to play without disruption from his inquisitive little brother. Felix is not entirely pleased with the setup however and still thinks if he shakes the bars hard enough, he'll lead the revolt and have a jail break on his hands.
Teething babies and satin ribbons... inseparable!