Fountain of Youth

Owen and I walk to work every weekday morning. Upon arriving, we drop his stroller off in my office and then make our way to his daycare. This latter half of our journey can take almost as long as the first. See, to get to daycare we have to pass by the trophy case with a mirror. And the ladies room (oddly, the men's room holds no allure). There are strategically placed hand sanitizers along the way and a number of interior doors with vents, both of which beg to be touched. People wave, elevators open, telephones ring, all of which are distracting to Owen.

But the biggest hallway attraction by far is the water fountain just outside my office door. Owen loves pushing it, except when Mommy tries to get a drink, then he loves to not push it.

(My apologies for not keeping things perfectly in frame -- it's hard to videotape yourself and a 14 month old from the side.)