I had a few things to do. Toothpaste to put in the linen closet, a pair of socks to stick in a drawer, something else--nothing important, all quick. I didn't think it was a big deal to leave the gate down at the bottom of the stairs. Rowan was playing with her toys, Lucy was snoozing next to the couch.
Two minutes, that's all it took--two minutes.
I guess this is proof that my daughter really loves me and wants to be with me all of the time.
In those two minutes, my 11 1/2 month old daughter climbed 10 stairs.
She didn't fall, thank God (and with some serious help from her guardian angels, I'm sure). But I'll be buying one of those more permanent type gates with a door for the bottom of the stairs, too. And pronto. Yikes.