Love is blind(s)

B-boy loves his daddy. He endlessly watches the apartment door for him to walk in. (He seems to have superhero hearing--he'll perk up and look towards our door when any of our neighbors key their locks.)
Once, I thought, "I'll open the door and show him that no one is there." But as I moved to open the door he began panting in excitement. I usually go to the door to greet Pierre and poor Beau saw my action as a confirmation.

B also loves the blinds. He can bounce his walker over to the blinds from any point in the house.

I can help but teehee a little when he has 3 or 4 in his arms and reaches for another just to have them all slip out of his arms.