Though he walked a respectable five steps across the living room on Sunday, and weeble-wobbles around the kitchen and hallway, the turbo-crawler has one preferred method of travel, second only to being ported on his Papa's back: the buggy.

In our new apt, he gets a running start down the long hardwood hall, then lifts his feet, coasts with exhilaration, looks back over his shoulder at his adoring fans, and smiles. Then, with rapid-fire kicks, he's three-point-turning back around, to do it again.

VROOOOOM!