Here he is, just minutes after rolling over this morning for the first time - unassisted and unprompted. It's a blurry photo because I took it on my phone. But do you see the look of glee on that child's face??? Do you see the glimmer of roughishness? (Did I just make up a word?)
So now it's a race... can we outguess what he'll try to grab/touch/pull/poke/kick/lick before he gets there? Perhaps we should just go the safe route: pad the walls and invest in a straight jacket.
And our favorite song these days:
