My baby just rolled over. I found out about it via text. I’m at work.
I posted a little bit ago that he rolled over, but it was sort of a one-time, tentative, there might have been some help from angles and gravity thing. He just full-fledged rolled over.
I have been slightly worried, as I told y’all, about him not rolling over. I spend lots of time with him on the floor trying to show him how and cheer him on. He finally did it. And I am proud, but also, I’m sad and teary. I’m at work and I missed it. I spend most of my day thinking about him and missing him, and now I missed this.
I know how LAME this is. This sort of thing happens and WTF? Overly dramatic much? With Lola, she was with a babysitter when I was at work, and I’m sure I missed a milestone or two, but Babysitter never let on if it DID happen, so I don’t know one way or the other. But with the kids being home with Brian much of the time while I’m at work these days…
Have I mentioned how much I HATE having to work full time!?