... until recently.
Recently Jude has grown tired of his playroom/cell. He often times cries when I place him on the floor, whereas he used to smile and start crawling around in a wicked fury. He has been giving me these looks that scream , "It's boring in there! Those toys? Pshhhhtt! I've already played with those toys, and they will no longer distract me." So, what's a mom and dad to do... well, we just kind of figured it out.
When we bought this house a little over a year ago, Josh and I were really excited by the wooden gates the previous owners installed at the top and bottom of the stairs and on the then nursery room's doorway. We took the gates (or pony doors, as I like to call them) off because they made it hard to move our stuff in, and we really didn't have a need for them, until now. Honestly, we probably should have figured this out a long time ago, but it took until this morning. Josh *just* finished putting the last door on, and now Jude has (pretty much) the run of the upstairs. I think it's going to make for a much happier baby (and much happier parents!).
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