Stairs are a new thing.

I've never lived in a house with stairs before. The first week we lived here, my legs were sore. That's a good thing, I know, but there have been a few things that I will have to watch out for. Very carefully. Like when Michael was at the top of the stairs in a laundry basket, just getting ready to go down. Then a few days later, he had brought William's tricycle in the house and took it upstairs. When I caught William, he already had his front wheel on the first step down. I do believe it was divine intervention that caused me to come around the corner just when I did. One other thing that I've caught William doing is this:


After the other scares, I'm OK with this. It kinda makes me want to put some liederhosen on him.