He has officially rolled over, ladies and gentlemen!
I put him on his tummy in his crib for a while this afternoon. I stood there, shaking his teddy bear, trying to keep him entertained and working on lifting his head and chest up, when all of a sudden he got his arm under him and rolled on to his side! Then, it took a couple of tries of swinging his leg and me encouraging him and BOOM! He’s on his back in his crib!
Now, you know I’m not one to brag, but is my baby the BIGGEST GENIUS EVER or what? I mean, I bet Mozart didn’t roll over when he was 12 weeks old!
At our Moms Group today, August was one of the oldest babies there! It was crazy, seeing all these little tiny babies. Now that he’s 12 pounds 14 ounces (!) he just seems so much bigger. I thought I’d remember what he looked like that little, but all I have to say is thank goodness we took a lot of pictures. Nutty.
We’re up late again tonight, waiting for the World Series game to end. Waiting for the Yankees to pull off another “miracle.” Please, don’t get me started on how every major sporting event is totally fixed to allow for maximum profitability. I keep waiting for them to make the Final Four a best of seven event…
Hardly any trick-or-treaters last night, which leaves way too much chocolate laying around. I was a little sad about Halloween this year. It’s been years since I’ve actually worn a costume and since August is too little to be excited, it was a total let-down. I remember when Halloween was the highlight of fall. Sigh. Just feeling old, I guess. Now that it’s officially November and I’m staring down the barrel of my 27th birthday.
One thing that’s for sure this year: my mom is getting flowers on my birthday. Thanks, Mom! Now I know what you went through to get me here! You should call your mom and thank her too.