I had one of the scary parent moments today.  I had just finished feeding Dexter and Nicholas and Dexter was the first child cleaned up and out of his high chair.  As usual, I set him on the floor and turned my attention to Nicholas.  Joel was in the den, cleaning up, sorting pictures, and working on his computer.  I finished wiping down Nicky, and said, let’s go find your brother.

I should have guessed that Dexter was up to no good by how quiet the house it.  Why is it the quiet proceeds danger?  Anyway, Nic and I turn the corner towards the front door and no Dex.  Hmmmm, where is he I thought.  I then notice that the gate to the stairs is not latched.  Crap!  I look to the stairs and there is Dexter on stair #4.  He had changed his mind about going it alone and was turning back right at the exact moment Nic and I showed up at the scene.

Dexter has not figured out how to go down the stairs yet.  He just learned to climb up them a couple days ago.  So, his version of coming down was to turn around and lean out.  That’s when I caught him over the gate with Nic held firmly in my other arm.  I shouted JOEL!!!!! and he came running.

I think I need to put bells around these boys.  And maybe ankle weights…