It's hard to see in the pictures, but Noah is on our loft with his legs dangling over the edge, about 10-ish feet from the ground in the family room. When we first moved, he would see us downstairs and try to literally climb through the spindles to get to us. He's learned that that doesn't work. Now, he once in a while gives my heart palpitations by sitting on the edge. My Grandma jokes that they will need some type of Tarzan rope before long to swing downstairs. :)
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