Loco Motion

We started out this morning with our thinking caps on. Well, Noah did. Headgear does not flatter your correspondent. Which is a shame, for neither does hair loss. No matter. It was the little man who had the pondering to do.

For weeks now, he has been the master of backward motion. Under the couch, beneath the dining table: whatever the destination, he'll be reaching it feet first. With improvements in balance it has become something of an art form. We're on the cusp of baby moonwalking. The kid knows retrogression.



His parents are ready for forward motion. Yesterday Noah wanted like nothing else in the world to insert the entire Flip video camera into his mouth. That led to an idea. And progress: a lunge.



Time to bump up the reward. The toy basket went onto its side. And there was the stiff yellow top of his blocks box, with which to pummel all the toys into submission. Irresistible.