Every time I go into the nursery to get Sam from his crib, he is on his stomach looking up at me with a grin. His new favorite trick is to roll onto his stomach. This, of course, provides me with loads of anxiety that he is going to suffocate because he could face plant into the mattress and not wake up to lift his head. I know, I need to take a breath and get over it.
Tonight he rolled from his tummy to his back. He hasn’t done that since July 28, when he proved he could do it. Rob and I were so excited we Wooooo’d really loud and I started clapping. Sam got scared from all the sudden commotion and started crying. He’ll probably never flip again for fear that we’re going to freak out again.
Too bad for him… we love him too much to not freak out. Sorry, Sam.