Our son is officially capable of bipedal locomotion. While he prefers to keep a hand on a wall or furniture when walking, he often allows his curiousity to propel him into the few areas of our apartment not cluttered with furniture or baby contraptions. Given temporary leave from his living-room-filling playard, you'll see him here transitioning from cruising the recliners to striking out on his own to have a chew on Barnabas the blanky. In the next scene, he grows bored watching Mommy cook and leaves our redneck-baby-gate (don't worry, we're going to Babies-R-Us this weekend) to find Monkey and Patrick the Pup for a friendly wrasslin' match. With all this walking going on, we'll probably be shopping for shoes this weekend, as well.