Now that I've been walking for more than a month, I have a new routine at home, which involves running (well, speedwalking) laps around the first floor, throwing as many objects as possible, going up onto the landing and trying to jump off (even though I know I'm not supposed to), walking while carrying something very big and gnawing on Julia's hoppity ball. Here's a look at a pretty average three minutes in my life:
Julia and I will be back next week to tell you all about our Wildwood vacation!
