Gotta Go, Gotta Go

The propulsion mechanism in my son seems to be turbo-charged these days. I've never seen him so active--and he's never been so desperately in need of activity, of movement, of physical stimulation. It's as if some little genie inside of him won't let him sit still and keeps shouting, "Gotta go, gotta go"; only when he's just waking up or is very sleepy will he sit in my lap for any length of time. But this isn't to say that he's not showing affection. We're playing games with each other almost all day long--I keep making up new ones, and the sillier the better. Also, I do make a point of incorporating calm moments into some of his activities, because I realize that that little genie, which obviously woke up inside him when he started walking, might be pushing him too hard and too fast at times.