Recently, Tom and I were discussing how laid back (a.k.a. “lazy”) Ella is. I had read in a magazine that babies tend to try crawling up stairs around 9-11 months. She hasn’t shown any interest in pulling herself up on furniture and seems annoyed any time I try to show her how to walk. We do put a baby-gate up at the top of the stairs so she doesn’t fall down, but we haven’t bothered to put one at the bottom of the stairs yet. She’s a fast crawler but she’s mostly interested in scouting out things on the floor that she can put in her mouth…like dog food.
Yesterday, after a long, crappy afternoon, I barricaded Ella in to the living room while Tom and I watched TV. I started to doze off but after a few minutes I realized I couldn’t hear any tiny hands slapping wood floors or toys jingling. I looked around frantically and there she was…on the stairs.
I’ve never moved so fast in my life. I leaped over the back of the couch and had my hands on her back in under a second. She looked at me and smiled. Turns out she had squeezed through a gap between the couch and an end table. I had highly underestimated her sneakiness. Next thing you know, she’s going to walk right up to me and ask if she can borrow the car.