False Alarm

The announcement of Sam rolling over may have been a fluke. I mean, I promise she rolled over twice on Sunday all by herself. But all week, every time I put her on her tummy she'll play and push her head up for a minute or two and then cry with her tear stained face buried in the blanket or the carpet, but she will not roll over! Today, I just left her on her tummy when she started crying and I went to gather the laundry to start a wash and I came back and this is what I found:

Must be exhausting. It reminds me of when I was a kid. I use to be stubborn. (I know I know, that's hard to believe...) I would throw a tantrum because my sock wasn't aligned just perfectly with my toes, or the tongue of my shoe was crooked, or my hair had a lump in it....(tantrum worthy, right?..) so I'd cry and then fall asleep from exhaustion (maybe dehydration from all the tears shed...I don't know..). Mom has a picture of me as a kid under the piano bench, or in between the piano and bookshelf...I can't remember.., all red in the face and mad. Don't you miss those days, mom?! :)

It won't be long until she realizes she can roll over by herself. Sorry for the false alarm, folks. Sunday must have been just a sneak preview.

Love, Aubrey