Periphery

Put Baby J in any enclosed space (i.e. playpen, living room, library, etc.) and she will walk until she reaches the periphery. This boundary is then smacked, pushed, grabbed, yelled at, and then eventually treated to a chorus of snivels and moans.

I'm pretty sure this is just part of the age but, if this trend continues, Baby J is going to grow into some kind of jungle explorer or spelunker. Always pushing outward and away. She's going to be the kind of kid who lies awake in the middle of the night wondering what's beyond the edge of the universe.

Who knows. Maybe someday when she's old enough and technology catches up to her demands, Baby J will fly out to the edge of the universe, the periphery of everything and snivel at it.