Roll over Mikehoven

We have a roller.

Alright, we've known this for quite some time, but now, frankly, its no longer cute, funny or to be encouraged.

It seemed only yesterday that Mike was happy(/incapable of anything else other than) to lie on the floor and stare at the ceiling and/or bat the horsey mobile above his head for hours.

And then he finally rolled - one side only: port tack we recall.

As parents we were stoked. "A rolling baby!" Wow... we were so pleased. And he was so pleased that we were pleased. It was a very circular pleasing.

But now that rolling is de rigeur (both tacks) its started its new life use as a weapon.

"Think ya gunna change my nappy eh dad?? Think again!!!"
{roll roll roll}
"Ha ha ha!"

Its been pointed out that on the ground this can easily be tempered by the "legover" technique, involving sitting at right angles to the boy and placing a leg over his upper chest that he can also cling to with his arms, enabling unrolled access to the nappy down below. Fair enough...

But on the change table even Nadia Comaneci would struggle with such technique due to the added thrill factor of being 4 ft above the ground. Hence the incessant rolling is not just a fun way to pee off the parent but also a surefire way to the local horse-piddle with broken appendages if mum and dad aren't quick enough to push him back down.

The only upside of the 4 hourly change table battle is surely going to be his first word. I'd bet a Tosca it'll be....

"NO!!"

(And we were so hoping it'd be "duuude"...)

Of course the week also brought one other undesirable new found skill.

Whereas previously the lad was content to sit in his IKEA special high chair (as used in most Melbourne cafes...), he now appears to have worked out how to struggle up, over and, well, out. Though we're not exactly sure how...

Cos the first anyone knew about his new found Cirue du Soleil skill was when he was spotted dangling precariously from the high chair by his finger tips and about to piledrive himself into the floorboards.

"NOOOOOOO!!!!"

Lets just say Mr Medicare will be relieved that he's such a strong little bugger.

(Once again - normal "don't tell the council nurse" caveat applies.) Print this post