Even better, he has become somewhat fearless. He figured out that he could climb on the back of the couch, then onto the outside of the stairs and hold the railing. Lovely. That next morning, he was playing downstairs while I ate breakfast and checked on him every minute or so. Next thing I knew, he had climbed all the way up the outside of the stairs and was sitting on the ledge from the kitchen. I flew down the stairs while trying not to have a heart attack. He just looked at me and grinned, since he was so proud of himself. Little stinker!!
