Axel rolled over again! This confirms that the first time (more than a week before the recent second occurences) was not a fluke. Both times were fuelled by tummy-time induced rage. The anger inspired lots of thrashing, which combined with arm pushing to cause Axel to roll from belly to back - three times in a row!
Axel believes tummy time was created to torture babies - or he did, until he discovered that, while splayed on his belly, he can sample many delicacies, like his fist, sleeve, or blanket.
Yum, red fleece.
Since making this discovery, Axel seems less inclined to exert the herculean effort required to roll over. Even so, this rolling over has made me both incredibly proud (even though it's not exactly uncommon for babies to roll over), and filled me with fear - first rolling, then sitting, then crawling, then walking, and all of this interspersed with pulling vases off of tables and on to his head and sticking metal objects in to light sockets. Rolling means I can no longer leave him alone on the changing table; I know I never should have done that but, sometimes, when your hands are covered in poop, you really want to wash them good before picking up the baby that created the gross yellow stuff. It means the time that he will lay on his back on a blanket, without wiggling off to less comfortable parts of the floor, is limited. It means that we really should get with it and start baby proofing.
Even though I know all babies roll over, it's still shocking when it's your own kid, moving at light speed from newborn bundle of grunts and poop to small person with moderate control of his hands and body. Here he is, dressed up in a hoodie with ears - ears being the clothing industry's device of choice to suck mamas and grandmamas into purchasing unnecessary but teeth-achingly adorable hooded towels and sweaters for the babies in their lives - happily flailing about his newly-discovered hands.
Slow down, baby boy, and give us a minute to get the knives off of the counter and the outlet covers in place!
