He's a Rambling Boy

He's walking. And walking. And walking! I think it's his favourite part of the day, most days. We go for a walk around the neighbourhood. Sometimes we end up at the park, sometimes we go to the grocery store, sometimes we just do a loop. The destination is unimportant (until it's the most important thing in the world, that is, usually just when Mommy wants to go the other way.)

There's rocks to pick up along the way. Driveway rocks. Road rocks. Sometimes the occasional pebble. There's leaves to crunch, flowers to smell, and puddles to study.

Mostly he is absolutely uninterested in holding my hand. But every once in a while he just reaches up, trusting I'll be there to catch his little fingers with my own. It makes me smile every time.

We've had a few tantrums in the middle of the sidewalk, and I've definitely had to resort to the old "scoop and carry" a few times, but mostly he smiles and even sings his way along. It's become one of my favourite parts of the day, too.