Rollin, rollin, rollin….
On Tuesday evening Bert decided he knew how to roll over. So he did. Then he got frustrated with nothing else to do but lie there holding his head up, so he yelled. I rolled him back. He rolled over again.
Rinse and repeat five times within the hour.
Funny thing is, we are all expecting him to crawl soon, as he lies there on his tummy, then his legs seem to get a run up and he’s not yet sure what to do with his arms, so they remain stationary, while his face hits the blanket and he shoves it along.
My goodness. I have been saying about Phee for ages: The kid is growing up too fast. I think I’m now saying the same about our boy!