roll over

One of the saddest parts of enrolling Brandon in daycare was the thought of his milestones occurring there, without me to witness them. I begged him to save all the firsts for evenings and weekends when I was there to see him. I tried to force him to roll over at two and a half months, but he just wasn’t ready. But yesterday, he was. First, in the bathtub, he flipped over in my hand. “Does that count?” I yelled to Steve, excitedly. “No,” he replied. Then, he rolled off of a pillow onto the floor. “Does THAT count?” I asked, even more giddy. “No,” he replied again. Then, this magic happened: