A few days ago Trey tumbled down the entire staircase in our rental house. He wasn't hurt at all, and didn't even cry for a minute. But now I am paranoid about the stairs, and Joe spent some time tonight installing the baby gate at the top. Trey is now in a big boy bed, and I'm scared some night he'll get out of his room and wander around.
I never thought about it before, but a requirement for our next house is stairs that turn halfway down, so if someone falls they don't fall down the entire flight.