Olivia rolled from her tummy to her back this morning. Twice. Once to the left side and the next to the right side. She had been enjoying her morning bottle when she decided to be more social than hungry so I opted for some tummy time. I set her down in her crib and put her mirror in front of her (she’s quite the narcissist these days). She was fussing so much that I thought she wanted her bottle again. I turned to grab it and she became quiet. When I looked up at her, she was smiling up at me from her back at the side of her crib.
I thought it was a fluke, but I called Ian to tell him about it anyway. I flipped her back on to her stomach to see if she could/would do it again. Sure enough, she fussed and fussed about being on her tummy. Once she decided I wasn’t going to help her, she shimmied her way over the other side onto her back. Give the kid a round of applause. Oh, and she wants to crawl so bad she can hardly take it. I don’t think her mummy is ready for that.
(On a side note, we now have a shotgun. Eek.)