Click it or ticket

My husband was a little late getting home for lunch today. He got pulled over on the way home. By a police officer, who kindly followed him for two miles, waiting for him to put on his seat belt. Did he? No, he did not.

But the ticket is only ten dollars, he says. Or the rest of your life if you got in an accident and weren't wearing it. Would you let Reese ride without a seat belt? What kind of example are you setting for our son? And yes, I did say both of those things.

Speaking of mobility {this is a smooooth transition}, my son just crawled across the room to play with his dogs. He crawled. Across the room. Without coaxing or prodding. This new found freedom of his is frightening. He stands. He crawls. And he does it without a care in the world.

He is currently pulling Jake's tail. Bless these poor four-legged children of ours. They are in for a world of torture in the coming months and years. I can only imagine that soon Jake will be saddled and ridden upon. Oh dear.