...a sigh of relief over here. Charlotte has been attempting the roll-over for a few months now. And by attempting I mean giving it her all whenever she thinks of it. Which is not very often. Unlike her sister, who tackled one milestone at a time, as if she had a check-list, Miss C practices everything at once. She is a multi-tasker, which is fascinating to watch, frustrating for her to experience and irritating as all get-out (for both of us) when she wakes herself up mid-roll all night (and nap) long.
She has been so very close for ages. So close that all I have to do is poke her one time with a finger and she'll plop on over. The culprit seems to be the left arm...it just gets stuck under there and rather than move it she is bound and determined to roll over despite that despicable thing. Oh, and she refuses to get her head into the action. Oh, no. The head must remain. on. the. floor. where. it. belongs.
Woe is she.
Today, I put her down on her play mat and away she went. First there was some playing, then some talking, then some let's-see-if-I-can-get-my-whole-hand-in-my-mouth-ing, and eventually some grunting followed by extremely-irritatied-baby-ing. She gets so incredibly ticked off that she is not all the way on her belly already and man does she let us know it. I have decided the best approach for that is to ignore her and let her figure it out for herself.
Most days that has just provided me with an upset and tired baby, but today, oh, today, the extremely irritated baby-ing was followed pretty quickly by some quiet-ish hand sucking. I walked over to see what was going on and found the following:
She has been so very close for ages. So close that all I have to do is poke her one time with a finger and she'll plop on over. The culprit seems to be the left arm...it just gets stuck under there and rather than move it she is bound and determined to roll over despite that despicable thing. Oh, and she refuses to get her head into the action. Oh, no. The head must remain. on. the. floor. where. it. belongs.
Woe is she.
Today, I put her down on her play mat and away she went. First there was some playing, then some talking, then some let's-see-if-I-can-get-my-whole-hand-in-my-mouth-ing, and eventually some grunting followed by extremely-irritatied-baby-ing. She gets so incredibly ticked off that she is not all the way on her belly already and man does she let us know it. I have decided the best approach for that is to ignore her and let her figure it out for herself.
Most days that has just provided me with an upset and tired baby, but today, oh, today, the extremely irritated baby-ing was followed pretty quickly by some quiet-ish hand sucking. I walked over to see what was going on and found the following:
Baby on her tummy...with left arm completely stuck and right hand completely in her mouth.
"What's that Mom? Hold on...
...let me turn so I can see you.
I'm so big. Heh.
Holy cow, what IS that thing?!??
"What's that Mom? Hold on...
...let me turn so I can see you.
I'm so big. Heh.
Holy cow, what IS that thing?!??
Oh, wait. It's you.
Did you see? I'm so proud!
Can you believe it?!?"
2 comments:
She is beautiful...love the photos!
Hope your weather clears up soon...brrr!
O my! She is SOOOO CUTE!
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