You aren't going to believe me . . .

. . . I don't even believe me. Arden rolled over this morning. Twice. Front to back. I know. You don't believe me. I propped her up a bit on her arms, so she had gravity on her side. But she had the neck strength to lift her head up and lean far to the right, taking the rest of her body with her. The second time she went left. The third time, well I was trying to show her little miracle off to Scott but she was plum tuckered out and couldn't do it again, just confirming to me that it was indeed a major accomplishment the first and second times. Only two months old. And rolling over. This is a gold star moment, people, if ever there was one.