This has been a big week in the life of our little Ellie Bean. First she discovered her ears (and spent 48 hours tugging on them in a way that made us worry she had a double ear infection), and then she figured out how to swing at the toys hanging down from her activity mat (all the while chattering away to communicate her enthusiasm for this particular pastime), and then she slept for 12 hours (TWICE!), and then she laughed for the first time (at my dad, about 45 minutes after I lamented to him that she hadn’t done it yet), and then she discovered her bottom lip and the corresponding ability to blow raspberries.
The biggest and baddest change of them all is that she has figured out how to roll over. She woke up at 5:30 this morning and was making more than the usual number of peeps, so Mike went in to see if he could rub her back and she’d go back to sleep, and came back in to report she was awake because she had rolled over. When I went in to get her at 7:30, she had done it again. She spent a while doing it this morning while she was supposed to be napping, each time getting angrier and angrier she couldn’t roll back from whence she came. This rolling over thing seems like a very important milestone, in a way that actually makes me feel far more melancholy and nostalgic than I think is strictly necessary for someone whose baby is all of 3 and a half months old. She’s changing so fast! I mean, it’s not like she’s DRIVING or VOTING or wearing outfits that make me chase after her down the street screeching “YOU COME BACK HERE YOUNG LADY AND PUT SOME DANG CLOTHES ON!”, but still. It feels a little weird.