Baby Gate.

Earlier this month we took a trip to Des Moines to get a different baby gate to go at the top of the stairs in the new house. It was a horrid trip - we forgot to bring a stroller (don't know what we were thinking) so Quentin was squirming around in our arms every time we went into a store. It didn't help that we went to many different stores looking for a gate we liked that would also fit into our wide opening. We stopped at Babies R Us first and naturally we decided after looking at Target and Wal-Mart that the one that would work best for us was back at Babies R Us. (We had also stopped to eat and see about getting a glass door for our fireplace during this trip) So back to Babies R Us we went, except Aaron took a different way back to the store and we ended up somewhat lost and spent extra time finding our way to the store. Quentin is fussing and crying the whole way, but calmed down somewhat to eat some Mandrian oranges we picked up while at Wal-Mart. And then as I'm opening another fruit cup of the oranges, Aaron takes a corner and the juice spills all over me, my purse and the seat (mostly on me). In the end we made it home with a baby gate - one that Quentin learned how to open by himself today. It's been a long day...

I'd like to add that I fixed the gate so Quentin can't open it anymore. Yay! Also for those who might have been wondering he didn't fall down the stairs at all, just kept opening the gate. Right before I put him to bed though he did start to go down the stairs on his own. Fortunatly, he was on his tummy and going feet first so it was the right way at least. Also I grabbed him before he got past the first stair. Somtimes I think he's too smart for his own good.