Wee One's Mt. Everest

The biggest challenge the new apartment poses for the wee one are the stairs. He can manage to hoist himself up them (with a brief rest in between stairs, of course). I find he is most motivated to climb them when he wants something from the kitchen, which is actually the same logic I use for getting off the couch, so no problem there. Going down them, however, is a completely different story. I have a feeling his rear would somehow get ahead of his front if he actually *voluntarily* attempted to climb down them. That's not to say he hasn't gone down the stairs. Oh no, he's just gone done them, it just wasn't by choice. And it was backwards. So the wee one has a new fixture in his life: a baby gate. Because after all, I don't think there's ever been any real doubt that he's nothing more than a big baby.