I’ve posted before on how I sometimes wish my kid was that stationary little dude still.  Life was alot easier then, when I could set him down in one spot, go fix him a bottle, and come back with him pretty much where I left him.  He may have shifted a little, or fallen over, or taken a keen interest in one of his feet, but he was still within shooting distance of where I left him.  
Now, I have to stick him in his excer-saucer.  If I leave him …