See ya later, Ma'!

After only one month of walking, Ezra doesn't want to hold my hand. And he takes off running.

More and more, I am starting to think that child harness leashes are a brilliant safety idea rather than demeaning torture device. Let's go buy one.

B U S T E D !

Now that Ezra can walk, he thinks he's so badass. He thinks that listening to Mommy is so last development milestone. Now he's moved on to testing his limits, which usually entails breaking a thing or two. Now I must begin the all-dreaded "discipline."

I feel the same way, buddy.



Note to Ezra: I understand you learn through touching. But how many times must you explore the speaker, honestly? ;)