Horizons

I learned something extremely disconcerting tonight while watching Walt: his nursery is no longer big enough to hold his attention for more than 3.5 seconds.  I put him down in the middle of his floor, and he was out the door before I could sit down with him.  To the hall.  To the kitchen.  To the living room.  On to  things with more potential, more space, more power cords.  As I watched him (and took pictures, of course), I realized that the little room we spent so much time preparing for him had satisfied his curiosity for all of nine and a half months of his life.  I suspect that soon, the house will be too small, then the yard, then the neighborhood, then . . . I shudder to think.  He could live on the moon someday for all we know.  Wow.  I guess all daddies (is that the correct plural for daddy?) go through this, but I really hadn't considered until tonight that he might ever want to be somewhere other where I am. 

Enough of that.  Sorry.  I'm here unsupervised.  I just thought I should record it for posterity.  He's a traveling baby, and I've got to get used to it.  He even crawled down to the park today with Evie:

Actually, Mommy took him.  And he had a good time.

He even got to ride in a big-boy swing.