This weekend was one for the books! Weston’s baby book to be exact. He rolled over (from back to stomach, you know, the hard one) for the first time on Saturday! I was so proud and I completely missed it. I laid him down on the floor, left to grab a diaper and came back and he was on his belly. He was happy as a clam, too. He looked so surprised like he had no idea how he ended up there. Of course, Ryan and I sane ” They see me rolling…” to him because it’s tradition. I’m pretty sure we sang it to all of our kids when they rolled over for the first time. Of course, ever since he figured it out, we can’t get him to stop rolling everywhere. Once he got it, he Got. It. Smarty britches!
