Tonight was no exception. The night ensued, just as I have told. Hollering, lights turning on, giggling, WHAKING by big brother, and of course, my favorite part of the evening when I totaly lose it after he starts throwing items down the stairs.
And then it occured to me. He may be winning the battles, but I AM GOING TO WIN THE WAR. I decided to confiscate THESE instead.
And then I moved the gate up around the corner to the actual doorway. HA SUCKAH! Who's your momma?! That's right!
Next step: Actually taking away his pacifiers.