Cas, try not to worry too much about not having a stairgate. We had one, but then discovered that fixing it to 450 year old authentic wattle and daub walls which are fragile at the best of times wasn't going to work. We discovered this when we tried our best to attach it without breaking the house, only to see TT disappear head first down the stairs in a puff of lime plaster and ancient cow shit. Downstairs our house has 5 rooms downstairs, and a step between each one. We went for the 'pillow by each step' technique until she had learnt to negotiate them, and then just wound her up and let her go. It was a slightly worrying time though!
I was hoping the extension, with it's new-fangled non-disintegrating walls and boringly uniform floor levels would have been finished before LG learnt to crawl, but once again child development is occurring here faster than builders can do their job. Getting a dog to lie at the top of the stairs sounds like another brilliant use for a dog, along with cleaning the floor during weaning.
Who's asking about milk feeds? I have no idea how many milk feeds LG has each day. I don't have a routine for him. He mostly gets milk when he wants it, which is generally about 11am, 3pm and 7pm, and then whenever he helps himself in the night. I have no idea how many times that is as I am too busy sleeping to count. On a related note we were at funeral yesterday, and SILs were stood in the kitchen chatting about fads in childcare and laughing about 'relaxed parenting' where the parent just lets the child do more or less whatever they want to. As they said 'who on earth brings up a child like that?' I just bowed my head down and carried on slicing bread for sandwiches. At least my children are not afraid to go outside. 
Alps, Cluck and I are off to Selva, in a chalet with nannies. We might even let our OHs come too if they are good. 
All of this rushing around we have been doing lately means LG has been in contact with lots of snotty kids, and now he is snotty too. Really snotty. Great. Just in time for our holiday, which - woo-hoo! - we will finally be going on on Thursday. I predict Barbados is about to experience a tequila shortage!