We love the jogging stroller. What an invention. It frees us to run over hill and dale while keeping Noah dry, shaded, and smooth sailing. We've run through the park, around cities, and in the rain. 
And it seems the stroller has given Noah a similar feeling of empowerment. There are two little bolts on the bar that crosses in front of him on the stroller. Whenever he's riding he leans forward (sometimes with his feet propped up on the bar) and places each index finger on a bolt. If a hand has to come off to scratch his nose, it goes right back to the bolt. He's tenacious - and hilarious. Any day now I expect him to turn around and say to me, "Roger, Mom. I got it covered. Nothing gettin' past me. Over-and-out."
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