Roly Poly Tres

Tres has been tentatively rolling for about a month now. Sometimes she'd get all the way over to her tummy, sometimes she'd get stuck on her arm. But in the last couple of days -- since Friday, maybe? Saturday? -- she has learned how to roll with consistency and skill. Arm-schmarm! If she wants to turn over, she'll do it!

Hooray for the milestone, but she's so excited about her accomplishment that she has mostly stopped sleeping. No more morning naps, no more afternoon naps, no more sleeping in her crib at night -- because, obviously, if I set her down she feels compelled to roll. She simply has to. There is no other option. She must rock and roll all night, and party every day.

She will sleep if I hold her. She's sleeping right now, in fact, flopped over against my left arm, her little mouth hanging open while her eyes dart across her closed lids. Such a cozy baby, my Tres.

I had been enjoying my own bed for the last little while -- before we hit this milestone, we had just gotten to the point where I could set her gently in at night without setting off her Oh Crap Mommy's Gone! alarm. But now? She's still for a minute or two, then she rolls over, then she wakes up and realizes she's alone and the sirens sound. So we've taken to sleeping together on the couch again. Indefinitely. Oh well.

I look at Uno -- tall, well spoken, imaginative, authoritative (lol) -- and I know that she (any of them, really; all of them) can't stay little forever. So I let Tres sleep on my arm; I take my spot with her on the couch; I set her down to play and watch her roll away from me, my roly poly baby.


~RCH~