Just days after the triumphant and
much-ballyhooed five-month mark The Youngling has rolled over. All
reports are saying that this was a totally unassisted roll and being
that it happened when dad wasn't around, it actually counts.
Now with that last statement, there is obviously a story to be told and tell it I will.
A couple Fridays ago - the one before Easter - I was
home with The Youngling and we were working on our rolling skills (her
more than me). I was clapping like a kid having candy thrown at him and
becoming quite exhausted when, with just the right combination of
kicking and grunting, she rolled over. A classic tummy to back maneuver
that would have easily scored nines in Olympic competition and when I
told the wife later in the day what had transpired her reaction wasn't
what I had expected.
She wasn't sure that it was totally unassisted. I
stated that I had helped with a few rolls and turned my head for a few
seconds because Anthony Bourdain was interviewing some of the L.A.
rollergirls and out of the corner of my eye I saw "the roll". Eventually
we chalked it up to a fluke but did plant a sticker on that day's
calendar space for the triumphant roll but maybe two times makes it
officially official.
Whatever the case, I saw that first roll and
while there's a very good chance that I could miss the first steps,
words, graduation and a few other lesser events - nobody can deny that
first roll because stickers last forever.
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