Gates.
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No, not as in Bill Gates. As in GATES have invaded our home!
It was bad enough with one toddler running around, now with Pinkie about to take flight too — it’s gates galore around here. My children are constantly caged in this house. We live in a townhouse with 4 flights of stairs…gates at each upwards and downwards staircase … and even one GIANT gate/fence across half of the kitchen area (lets them play while Mama cooks). This barrier-system is driving me crazy … not to mention the fact that I keep pulling out my “gluteus {to the} maximus” each time I hoist my arse over these baby corrales. 
MyBuddy HAS mastered the stairs, yet now that he has Superman pajamas, inspiration from Super Grover and my husband flying him around the house, well, I’m afraid he may get some new ideas {ones about perhaps attempting FLYING down a staircase!} – so the gates have become a way-of-life for now.
ADT keeps trying to hook us in with their alarm system … forget that … if anyone ever even tried to enter our house … they’d have to master the gate-system … and then the toys … namely the toy cars … there are dozens hundreds we have acquired over the past 20 months of this child’s life {what’s up with that?} … it would be a scene straight out of Home Alone for sure. Oh how I love watching the faces of people who come over our house for the first time. They must think we have a ferocious animal lurking up in here or something with this sort of cage-match-enabled abode.
There is also something about when the the iTwins {both now!} cling onto these gates and rattle them to get my attention. Heaven knows Mommy isn’t ALLOWED to use the bathroom … don’tcha know.
THAT SOUND of rattling gates goes right up my spine … the same way that newborn cry does when you’ve fallen asleep for the first time in days … it pierces right though you. Oh and Pinkie is taking some GREAT LESSONS from her Big brother at the GATE RATTLING school for toddlers …
good grief I have TWO of gate-rattling age now.
ASIDE:: [Speaking of Rattled! -- reading it right now -- so far -- sooooo good.] Oh and look — there are my little monkeys behind the gate playing while I Twitter-away. I admit, when they play, I sometimes hoist-it-outta-there and read my bloggy comments 
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I LOVE YOUR BLOG! I just stumbled upon it today! So glad I did, too.
I have two boys – 3 and a half and 15 months old – and boy, do they ever keep me busy!
I hear you about the gates… my 15 month old has no concept of DANGER yet, so it’s pretty scary if the gate is not up!
That book looks like a good read – what’s it about?
ooops, meant to add:
BECAUSE afterall, you DO have the best lookin blog out there.
Ahhh, I almost killed myself once stepping over one of those with a very full laundry basket. lol.
btw, nominated your blog design over at http://lostandfoundinindia.blogspot.com/
I think she’s listing a nominees in the next week or so.
This is why I told my hubby that I don’t want to live in a house with stairs! Scares me to death. Mason has actually knocked some gates off the walls before. He was okay, but the wall was kind of messed up…
We’ve got all our gates up too! Fun times…
LOL, I know what you mean about not needing a security system…our house is also completely “booby trapped” with gates!!
I don’t blame you! Mine are in the playpen right now. Actually the toddler is calling me. *sigh* GTG!
I hate those dang gates because I have a hard time hoisting myself over too!
I am so glad ‘the days of the gates’ have gone from our house… I feel for ya.
The toy thing.. .it only gets worse! My son is ten and there are still toy cars all over… now our daughter is starting to get into Barbies… There’s nothing like getting up in the middle of the night for a glass of water and ending up with a barbie shoe embedded in the bottom of your foot! 