trouble's a brewing

Anja's on the move and I can see trouble on the horizon. Why, you may ask? Well, because virtually half of the objects in our house are Nate's beloved vehicles. And virtually all of these are located near the bottom third of our rooms. I've been in denial, but Anja's definitely crawling well now and can reach approximately the bottom quarter of the rooms (as well as all those hard-to-reach spots that don't get cleaned until your baby starts finding and eating things from them.) Anyway, unbeknownst to Nate, Anja found his remote controlled car carrier and had a blast eating the steering wheel and driving the truck around her in circles. Just don't tell Nate or his head might explode!