Well, one way at least. Once she gets onto her belly she has no idea what to do aside from look around and squeak. The squeaks gradually turn into squawks which eventually turn into screams. I’ll roll her back over, saving her from her misery and she repays me by rolling back over.
I’m trying really hard to be happy for her. Yay! You’re mobile! You figured out how to roll over! But in reality, I’m so sad. For so many reasons. Her tiny babyhood has been so wonderful. I’m not ready for it to be over. With one tiny roll a proverbial snowball has been sent down a hill, and it’s only going to pick up force and speed.
A lot of baby-proofing has already occurred. But we’re about to move into the bonkers part of baby-proofing, realizing what the baby can reach, get into, swallow, gag, bonk or choke on that we never thought of. We were never obsessive baby-proofers with Addie and she survived. Hopefully Vivi will too.
Then there’s the sleeping thing. Once babies can roll over they roll over all. the. time. Including when they’re *supposed* to be asleep. Sure she’s all tied up in the Woombie but this baby, she’s tricky. (This is where I thank my lucky stars that we have a video monitor and I can mercilessly spy on my supposedly sleeping baby.)
It’s become so obvious how quickly this tiny baby phase passes. Especially as I look at photos of newborns being posted to Facebook almost daily. Smiling, rolling, crawling, standing, walking, COLLEGE. So there’s a few more things in there, but you get my point right?
Is this a second child thing?
Because it’s making me weepy.
And want another baby.