Let Um Roll

No I am not talking about a game of dice at the local casino of your choice, and no I was not quoting what the cave men squealed after inventing the stone wheel.

Gage rolled over for the first time (well first time on purpose) yesterday. He said Pfft and tossed the regular way (yanno belly to back being the first rolling) out in the garbage he did it HIS way, back to belly. The very neat part is I was trying to get a picture of him rolling to his side (more on that tomorrow) so I had the camera out waiting to catch the leg lift, weight shift, right side roll but to my surprise and his he continued his side roll all the way around to the belly. I have proof see……

Starting Position 1:

Caught mid roll
Success...................
haha he was like WOE, what just happend?

What in the world happens to our brains when we become doting parents? I feel like my brain somehow aged tremendously or became visually comparable to Swiss cheese. I mean the things you can spend hours on is amazing, I can spend 2 comfortable hours sitting with Gage in front of the mirror making silly mashed up faces, drooling, chuckling, and screeching with excitement the entire 120 minutes, and that is just me you should see what Gage does. Why is it I now find great entertainment and pride when my 4 month old figures out how to bend his knees and bounce, screech real loud (I am going to regret that one I bet), use his hands to grab things, and did I say screech real loud. It use to take intellectual conversation or shows to hold my attention, now it just takes juicy baby coos and drool. Geriatric Swiss Cheese = your brain as a mother.