OK, so we arrived at home anxious to see if Murphy's Law of parental photography was in effect (see previous post).
Rachel and I crashed through the door and popped Tenzin in his swing , an arbitrary attention staller in the world of parenting, as I rushed back inside to prepare the carpet for the Tendy 500. So the question is, would he crawl?
Well, to put it lightly, Robert DeNiro's got nothing on my son. Three takes is all it took to capture history (uncle Steven will be happy to know that, yes, that's his LA Angels ball he's crawling after!).