Tiptoe, to the Train Table

For months and months we have eschewed our baby gates. They remained largely open, mostly serving as a toy for Harry to bang back and forth. Then it happened this morning, as unpredictable as a lightening strike, Miss Charlotte became a cruiser -- from sofa to ottoman to chair, as fast as her chubby little legs could carry her.

So it's hello again to locked gates and padding sharp corners and being super diligent about every corner of the house as she tiptoes around like a drunken sailor. Her favored destination? The train table. Watch out Harry, she's gunning for your stuff.