Jeepers creepers

I dropped Ryan off at my parents house Friday afternoon and while I was there he was trying to roll over from his back to his belly. This is tough for any baby to learn. It's hard to get the momentum going enough, so in order to roll over the baby has to actually want to get there.

Anyway, I stayed with him for about 45 minutes cheering him on, but he gave up and I left. As soon as I got home and walked in my front door, I got a call that he rolled over.

The cheering for Ryan was so wild you'd think the Flyers won the Stanley Cup, or so I was told.

By Saturday morning he was rolling over like a champ and by Sunday he was up on his knees creeping across the floor. I'm not exaggerating. It was a little unexpected. This boy is not even six months old and he's getting around. I'm sure he'll be crawling next week. He'll be walking in no time.

I've heard that the second child gets moving a lot soon than the first. My daughter was walking by 10 months and running before she was even a year old. She's a climber who can get up, over and down the most dangerous obstacles without batting an eyelash. I have a feeling that Ryan is going to show her up.

I'm in big trouble.

One step closer

It’s felt like a million years to get here, but it’s only been four months. This weekend, Ryan rolled over for the first time.

The thrill that came over me when we watch him roll from his belly to his back is indescribable. I am so excited that he has finally hit this milestone, but I am even more excited that he is that much closer to complete mobility. When Ryan can move around on his own he will be able to defend himself against the towering toddler … his big sister.

Sophia absolutely loves her little brother, but she can be a bit aggressive when it comes to showing him how much she loves him. Somehow sticking her face directly in front of his and squealing doesn’t translate real well into “I love you, Ryan.”

When he can move, he will be able to get away from her when she becomes overwhelming. He’ll be able to push her away when she becomes overbearing and he can tackle her to get her back for all the times she’s tried to pick him up by his neck.

Now that he has rolled over, he is one step closer to being able to play with his big sister the way she understands how to play with children her own age. And that means a little more freedom for me.

Thank goodness.