Oh ya . . .

I seem to have forgotten what exactly entails having a small child-like vacuum roaming the house at all times. Carpets seem to be dirtier than I realized a month ago (or six, for that matter), tiny objects have once again become a life and death hourly occurance, and all sorts of drama can happen in the blink of an eye. Boston is on the go, people, and there's no stopping him now!!

I do have to be thankful for anything that requires a strap-in or immobilizing mechanism such as high chair, walker, play pen, crib . . . what sanity they provide the mothers of the world. So thank you child protectors for the moment of most assured safety!