Saturday was the day we've all been waiting for: the first roll. Not the first fat roll (she's had several of those for quite some time now), but the first roll, from stomach to back. We were actually lucky enough to catch it with a string of pics:
Okay, so that was totally staged.
She really did roll over, though, and not just once but three times in a matter of five minutes or so. And then the fun was over--she hasn't done the flip-flop since. It's like she was saying, look, I could do it if I chose to do so. I just choose not to most of the time. But to satisfy your parental yearnings, here--here's three of 'em. Ya happy now?
Now, back to my regularly scheduled naptime...