It’s a brave new world…

The munchkin has started rolling over. In the past few weeks, she’s been getting to the halfway point, but her arm would always get stuck underneath her and present an insurmountable speed bump. But as of last night, she’s learned to tuck and push, and she’s getting pretty good at it. She did it twice last night and once this morning as I dropped her off at daycare. The only bad thing about this whole situation is that Kim has yet to see it because of a dead car battery in the brand new mazda.

I’m starting to wonder if I should pull out the baby barriers already. I seem to recall that crawling isn’t too far behind rolling over. Heck, when I was a baby, I shocked the hell out of my dad when I started crawling (or so he says). Here’s the scene. My bedroom was upstairs and led out onto a landing where there was a bathroom to the right and stairs going down to the left. My dad had placed me in the middle of the floor in my room when he went to go shave in the bathroom. I had not crawled up to this point. So after lathering up, my pops would do one stroke with the razor and pop his head out to see where I was. Still in the middle of the room. He got about halfway and decided that it would be much faster if he just shaved the other half of his face without peeking out. Just as he was putting the finishing touches on what I can only assume was a masterful shave…, he hears Thump… thump thump thump thump thump. He darts his head out of the bathroom in the direction of my bedroom… but no Chris. As he turns to his right, he notices at the bottom of the stairs, there is a rather confused little baby, slightly shaken… but otherwise okay. To this day, I contend that this event is responsible for some, if not all, of my quirks. Case and point, a recent video of Lena… where I’ve taken it upon myself to provide a voice for my daughter’s thought process. Bruce Willis (think Look Who’s Talking) I am not.