My parents have stairs in their house. Yesterday we hung out with those stairs, when Alice and I were over to help my mom with her cookie business. At first Alice was needy and confused, since my attention for her was divided between cookies and baby. Soon, though, she become comfortable enough to explore the grounds, and was crawling everywhere. She had been patting around for awhile, when we looked up to see this:
She was climbing the stairs and had absolutely no fear! I stood behind her and let her climb, just to see how far she could get. She got to the landing and was ready to round the corner to the second set of stairs... sadly, for Alice, the second set did not get to be climbed (due to a mother's fear and not to a baby's).
Today Alice is pulling up on everything. I suppose the stairs inspired her. I am so grateful we don't have stairs, or my job would be a lot harder now!
I love this little crazy baby.