I know you like to roll around. You've done it for awhile during play, but now you do it at will. You especially love to get onto your tummy. I think you're plotting your escape. You try to roll when struggling as I try to put your clothes on, when you are taking a bath, when you're in bed... the list goes on. I'm so proud of you, but seriously: at least take a break at night. You used to sleep for 7 to 8 hours. Now, you get slightly awake in the middle of the night and seem to think, "Hey! When was the last time I did that roll business? I need to make sure I can still do that..." And then as you discover that you can indeed still roll around, you whack your head on the side of the crib. Or roll to find a pacifier in your eye. Or get your foot stuck between the crib rails. Again, the list goes on, and that means you need rescuing. I don't mind coming to your rescue most of the time, but 3 or 4 times in the middle of the night? Really? Don't we both like to sleep these days?
Apparently not.
Anyhow, I know this too shall pass. I love you. Don't get too big for your britches.
Always,
Mama
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