
The other night I made my first daring escape up the staircase. I popped that baby gate off at an angle, crawled under and I was off. Well that was until daddy heard me and caught me halfway up the stairs.


While I 'm pretty new at being able to get up on the couch I'm an old pro at the stool, chair and both end tables. I like to stand right up on them and let out a big scream.



