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Rollie Pollie Bug!

We made it to the big time, folks!  Bug is officially rolling over and I was there to witness it all!  Yaaay!  I was so excited.  I mean...I was really excited.  You might even hear some screaming in the background.  (Yup, that's me.)



After kissing and cheering Bug on, we immediately called Dad at work to let him know about his little baby's accomplishment.  Boy, was he proud of her!  I think of how much I'm capturing with Bug and I'm hoping that any future children will all have as many photos and videos of their milestones.  (We can only hope I have this much "free" time with multiple kids running around.)

In the last couple of months, Bug's been attempting to roll over and I was pretty nervous about her still being swaddled at night.  I worried that we should start training her to sleep unswaddled in case she rolled over.  That way, she'd have her limbs free to move about and get out of any uncompromising positions she might find herself in mid-dream.  One morning, we even found she rotated herself 180 degrees from the position we placed her in the crib at bedtime.  We were pretty unsuccessful at getting her to sleep unswaddled.    (Okay, we were really unsuccessful.)  How Miss Nona and Miss Tina do it at day care every single day, I'm not sure, but at home, we failed at putting Bug to bed without a swaddle.  (Side note:  Day care is awesome and they are still referring to her as such a "sweet" baby.  I was thinking Bug had become a new baby.  Then yesterday Miss Nona informed Dad that Bug was a little fussy in the morning and this afternoon when I picked her up Miss Nona said it to me.  Now, that sounds like the "sweet" little Bug I know.  Maybe she's adjusted to day care and feels she can be more like herself now.  Hahaa.  Despite the fussy mornings, they still tell me the rest of the day she is pretty darn sweet.  Maybe her cuteness is distracting their judgement.  JUST KIDDING...kinda.)

Anyway, about the rolling...In the last week or so, I suddenly became successful at putting her to bed, unswaddled.  Then last night, when she rolled over, she also decided that it would be a good time to start putting herself to bed.  So, after feeding her, she took a late bath, and I placed her in her crib, eyes wide open, unswaddled, and she put herself to sleep.  Look at that!  What a big girl!  I realize now, that this had nothing to do with our "training".  Bug just knew when she'd be ready and as always, she told us what was going to happen and when.   When will Mommy and Daddy ever learn their lesson?  We shouldn't force her.  She knows when she's ready.  I hope we learn this lesson before she gets older.  That way we won't find ourselves fighting to "unswaddle" her in numerous situations.  Okay, fine...maybe sometime we'll find we need to push her to do things like homework, but we should really learn to just appreciate that she does things in her own time and when she does, boy does she do it well!  (i.e.  Went from waking up every 2 hours for what seemed like an eternity to sleeping 10-12 hours.)  This girl is EXTREME!  (Perhaps she takes after Mommy?  Who knows?)  Either way, we're in for some surprises, I'm sure.  :)

God Bless,
Kat

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