On the move...

It's been a very busy week for a certain ambitious 8 month old. He's a perfectly happy boy-- when he's upwardly mobile. Otherwise he's a mess of discontentment. The only relief for my lower back has been the Radio Flyer push-cart. I bend over half as much-- ie, when he hits a roadblock. Like today, when he ran right into the table leg and looked at me, as if to say, "Um, Mom, can you move this for me?" Instead of crawling under the table to turn him around, I decided to take his cute little picture. So he found some other things to do while I snapped away.