See this face?
Cute, isn't it?
And for a long time, it's been a face that's been attached to a body that stays put when I walk away.
The kid is mobile, dudes. He moves. He's mastered the art of rolling both ways. That gets him here and there, but the kid has added this weird army crawl to the mix. And now? Now nothing on the floor is safe.
I found him eating a receipt the other day... not a stitch of solids until his first bite of... paper? Oy.
I'm lacing up my running shoes. It may be years before I can sit still.