Climbing down stairs...

A few days ago, Terrence figured out to climb down the stairs safely. In the beginning, he would get close to the stairs and his mom would have a heart attack. I knew from being home with him that he does have the common sense to know that stairs are dangerous. On more daring days, he would test the limits by getting up to the edge of the stairs...enough to hang his little toes over the steps. But he would never attempt to go down himself. I figured rather than have an aneurysm each time he gets near the stairs, simply teach him to go down the stairs himself. At first, he likes to go down the stairs the normal way. As long as he holds one of my hand, he was fine. After a couple of days, he was pretty good at it.

But his mom figured it was safer for him to learn to come down backwards. So she taught him to do that. It seems as he caught on to the technique overnight and is now a mad climbing machine. He seems to get a sense of accomplishment once he reaches the end. It's so funny to watch.

The hurdle. In the beginning, Terrence would break more than a sweat when he goes downstairs.

But eventually, it became a piece of cake.

Of course mom is never too far to ensure her son's safety.

Offering words of encouragement.

See you later dad!