Keep Them Babies Rollin'

Okay, so Wesley has rolled over on two different occasions, and I have missed both of them. Grrr.

The first was last Saturday. I was taking the rare opportunity to sleep a little bit and so missed the spectacular event. Charlie proudly informed me that not only had Wesley rolled from his back to his tummy (at 4 1/2 months even!), but that when he realized he was on his tummy (not his favority position), he got mad and promptly pushed himself back onto his back. At first, I was upset; I mean, I'm the mama. I should be the one to witness all milestones as they occur. I'm sure it's written somewhere. Then I realized I would live and that it was better than okay if Charlie witnessed this particular milestone because he would be returning to work in a few weeks and could possibly miss out on the rest of the milestones as they occur. (I'm taking this year off for that very reason.) So I got myself happy for Charlie's sake. It did me no good, for as soon as my back was turned (this was later in the day, mind you), Wesley flipped from his tummy to his back (no doubt in an effort to avoid tummy time) and lay grinning up at me as I feigned joy at this accomplishment, which I had missed yet again.

The second occasion occurred just yesterday at my parents' house. Wesley lay on the floor after having been changed, content to kick and coo at the ceiling fan spinning above. I stepped out of the room to retrieve his diaper bag, for that is where his toys were, and I heard Charlie exclaim half-happily, half-sadly, "Oh, no, Bookie! You have rolled over again!"

Peeking my head around the door, I saw my baby lying proudly on his tummy, giggling. "Poor Mommy," Charlie lamented. "You just don't want her to see it, do you?" Poor Mommy is right. So, of course, we tried the old "Roll him back over and he'll do it again" trick, but Wesley was having none of it. Once on his back, he found the ceiling fan again and nothing but kicks and coos and scooting himself off his changing pad.

Oh, well. I'm bound to see it sooner or later, right? Right. And until then, my one consolation is that he loves nobody better than me ... at least at feeding time! (Ha!)