Scoot, scoot

We have a crawler! Roman has been working at it with giggles and smiles and lots of 'da-da' - his favorite sound combination right now), and yesterday he was sitting in one corner of the room and suddenly he was in the doorway. Sleeping on the floor is helping because whenever he wakes up in the middle of the night, he crawls around a bit before eventually acquiescing to my pleas for more 'night-night.' (We are sleeping on the floor because we're in the new apartment in Miami and our furniture is, unfortunately, not.)

But the stress and anxiety of moving isn't what this post is about. Right now, all that matters is this: