Our youngest is officially mobile. He's also officially throwing beat-downs to all stuffed animals that cross his path. Yesterday, Elmo got bit where no Sesame Street character should ever get bit. This morning he set his sights on Elevark. Part elephant, part aardvark and 90% electric-blue...no one should have to suffer an identity crisis like that and be chomped on.
Sympathies aside, it's fun to see our little guy on the move. The best part is you can tell he's proud of himself, and he should be. Despite numerous head-on collisions with furniture and consecutive crash landings after standing attempts, he occasionally cries it out, but he always keeps going. He inspires me daily.