The boy knows how to get around and about. As with everything in his life, he has his own unique way of doing that, but it most certainly gets the job done. Life as we know it from three feet and under has changed dramatically. He's constantly scooting over to the entertainment center and rearranging the DVDs. By "rearranging" I mean he's grabbing them and flinging them onto the floor, which is inevitably followed by a burst of giggles. Most of the time the giggles make the mess worth it. Most of the time. I won't lie - it occasionally gives me an eye twitch.
Lately he has moved on to broader horizons. The other day he managed to make it all the way to the dining room! It looked something like this:
He was thrilled when he finally made it to the chair. He played with that thing for a good 15 minutes before I finally decided that the Parenting Police would surely lock me away for the travesty of allowing my child to deprive himself of his own toys, so I relocated him back to the Kid Zone. He still insists there aren't enough toys.
