Friday, April 04, 2008
She looks sorta different the other way up
Lucky's rolling over!
This is my cue to start raving about my child genius, clearly gifted, is going to be a gymnast etc etc etc.
What this means is that I now spend all day rolling her back the other way onto her back when she gets frustrated.
Grunt, grunt, lift hip up...up...over.
Look around for a while.
Kick legs frantically.
I flip her back.
She rests for, oh, ten seconds.
Then we're off again (Junior's still contentedly lying on his back).
Looking after babies is just like factory work. Only without the teabreaks.