In a little over a week's time, Remy has gone from from gingerly crawling around the living room to full blown racing across my house.
"No big deal, Mom. I've got this."
I imagine this is what's going through his head as I chase him through every room downstairs trying to not trip over him.
"Move it out the way, woman."
"Stick your head in here, Rem Rem!" - Olivia
She's awful in the best way possible.
"Lock up the household cleaners. You're screwed, lady."