Milestone

Sawyer shocked us both today by rolling over, tummy to back. An expression of surprise fleeted across his face, then one of worry. His bottom lip began to jut out as he tried to decide whether this was something to cry about. Then, curiousity: he raised his eyebrows as I squealed in a deafening pitch and clapped my hands reapeating over and over in a high little voice that's good, that was sooo good. Finally, a smile. When a rolled him over on his stomach and grabbed the video camera to try to snatch a repeat performance on film he broke into sobs. And that was the end of that.

My new obsessions are going to be:
1. Getting him to repeat the event.
2. Capturing it on film.