It's so hard to take a good picture of Austin when he isn't sleeping or strapped into his stroller. That boy just loves to move. And to point. He's been pointing a great deal, saying "uh" everytime he points at something new. He can go for hours, pointing at the garbage on the street, at the trees, at the cars, at the people, at the birdies, at the doggies and at the buildings we roll past on our daily walks.

About the walking, of which I am a little bitter. This morning David took Austin to Trieste to let me sleep a little bit, as I get home from work late at night, and Austin took his first tentative baby steps there in the cafe, with me home napping like a spoiled cat. Is the sleep worth missing these sorts of things? Maybe and ONLY maybe because I use sharp kinves at work is the sleep almost worth what I miss out on.