Well, last week my job description changed drastically. After putting the Buddy Boy down on a towel at the pool while I got changed, he decided that that was the perfect time to move... and took off across the filthy dirty changeroom floor. Yuck.
Then two days ago, he crawled over to the couch and pulled himself up. After pulling himself up, he did a "Look at me Mom!" pose, and clapped his hands, and therefore promplty fell.
Time to get the gates up!!