So our little Timothy rolled over for the first time yesterday! He was having some tummy-time on his play mat, and I was in the kitchen. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw him rolling, and then all of a sudden, over he went! I was so excited, I think my squeals might have startled him, but he quickly got a very satisfied look on his face.
In the course of the afternoon, he rolled over twice more--I emailed Shawn to tell him the news, and couldn't wait until he got home so he could see this little feat for himself. Shawn got home just as Timothy was getting up from a nap, so the timing was just perfect for a fresh, energetic baby.
I don't know if any other expectant mothers have experienced the phenomenon of having a very active baby until that moment when someone else puts their hand on your belly. When I was pregnant with Timothy, he would be doing somersaults inside until I'd tell Shawn. It was like he was caught doing something naughty and just stopped--it was almost a joke, except I felt so bad that he didn't get to share in that with me. Well, this trick didn't end with birth. Three times, he had rolled over with me. Then Shawn gets home and all rolling stops. Go figure.
I have to say, I'm psyched I got to see it. And so lucky to be able to be home with him so I can experience these firsts with him.
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