cloud gate aka "the bean" in chicago

We spent the morning visiting the art museum (which ended with a glass-breaking scream on the photography and architecture floor, which could only have been the product of a "how many floors could this place possibly have" sort of one-year-old boredom... and sent us out the door running faster than any fire could have). 

After said emotional breakdown, Sage was in dire need of some time out of the stroller to stretch his baby legs. We stopped at cloud gate and let him out of his confines. 

He spent the beginning of the mini-adventure looking at himself in the mirror of the bean, then proceeded to run in circles away from me -- under the bean, around the bean, through the bean --  photobombing other tourists' pictures.