Holy smokes!

We have gone from wobbly tottering to cruising distant corners of the house in just days! Ezra spent a few days sort of crawling/rolling from place to place. He was overcorrecting with his hips and accidentally log rolling more often than not. Now he's up and moving before you can blink! (as a matter of fact, there he goes now...) We've already had to move Ned's food and water. The water bowl is a source of endless entertainment. For now the bowls are just around the corner, but I imagine I'll have to move them again in a few days. I'm desperately trying to convince him to stay on the carpet, within arms reach, it's not really working.... So far I've found him in Ned's water, under the coffee table, sucking on the first step of the stairs, climbing over the roller of Alan's stationary bike, under the coffee table, chewing on every power cord we have, headed towards the dead flies in the laundry room, under the coffee table.... I don't know what I'll do when he discovers the floor to ceiling blinds at the other end of the house! Right now I have him occupied chasing an empty baby bottle around the floor.

He's decided that naps are for sissies and the beloved exersaucer is his enemy. I'm lucky if he naps for 45 minutes. (he just found his slotted spoon...we're never buying toys again, we're just going to clean out our cabinets.)

What am I going to do when he can walk?