Last week, Matthew figured out how to go up the stairs. Once he made it past the second step, there was no stopping him. The first day he went all the way up, I brought him back down, and he did it again. And again, and again, and again. 6 times in a row. And then I put the gate on the stairs, and Matthew sat holding on to the gate, crying. If by chance we forget to put the gate on the stairs, moments after we turn our backs, Matthew will be hollering from upstairs for us to come get him. I'm thrilled he has figured it out. Now I wonder how long it will take for him to figure out how to come down the stairs. I guess it gives us something new to work on during physical therapy.