After Atticus learned to climb the stairs last week our lives got busier. We spent pretty much all our time following and retrieving him as he single-mindedly headed up the stairs again and again. Our house is almost 95 years-old and doesn't accommodate the baby gates we bought (As a sidenote, what the heck did people do in the olden days to keep their kids off the stairs? Surely they had gates?).
Finally on Sunday we found a gate that almost worked. It fits the width of our doorway but after much trial, error, and effort it wouldn't fit inside the baseboards so had to be elevated above them. There's an 11-inch gap between the floor and the bottom of the gate. It's not dangerous (the kids can't get stuck) so we decided to try it out.
For the first 36 hours it worked beautifully. Atticus had a field day yesterday dropping his toys between the slats of the gate and we didn't have to constantly chase him up the stairs. This afternoon, however, Norah accidentally pushed herself underneath the gate to the other side. She's still pushing around backwards with no control of her destination and was very unhappy to find she was no longer in the living room.
Atticus watched this scene unfold and a smile spread across his face. Within about 3 seconds he was under the gate and up the stairs. Sigh. I guess we're back to the drawing board.