2005.09.16 - hello, ladies and gents, it's a roller! -
Truman finally perfected the roll-over, and he's decided it's a mighty fine thing to do. I lie him on his back on the letter mats in front of the TV, and minutes later I look up to hear his fingernails scritch-scratching on the bright dimpled foam.
It's a fabulous developmental step, and I'm so proud - and HE'S so happy about his accomplishment (well, this kid is happy about everything...). But it's problematic for a couple of reasons. First... Everett is SO into little things, which will one day very soon need to be picked up. Second... he gets stuck. He flips over, and he's stuck on his tummy, and sometimes if I'm not paying attention, his little arms will give out and he'll be faceplanted in a puddle of drool. Poor kid.
But it's so fun to watch. So fun, in fact, that I've taken to putting an assortment of toys around his head, just far enough away so that he has to turn over to get them. He loves reaching for a prize and I love how surprised he always is that he's done the flipper-oo. Talk about quality family entertainment!