On the Move

The baby is raring to go. He's scooted so much that he's got little knee callouses.

And, with all the moving and rolling and scooting, and suddenly developing separation anxiety his sleep has become, er, problematic. I assume it's a phase. Poor little guy. He's clinging for the first time. Holding out his arms for me. Grabbing my legs and arms. It's cute. Annoying, but cute.

I'm sure in a few months, the cute will wear off.

He's outgrown his little infant bucket thing. We need to move to the big car seat.

I figure if I blink, he'll be 16 and asking for a car.