Running, Running, Running

We had a wonderful Mother's Day. It started less-than-perfect, but by 9:30 I was making French toast and Joe was putting the bedroom furniture we purchased from IKEA together. After breakfast, we spent almost all of the day outside.

Joey is perpetually in motion. If not on his tractor, or tricycle, he's running around.

Occasionally, and usually with some help from Dad, I can get him to slow down long enough to take a picture.

But then he's off running again. Can we bottle that energy?