Rollin' Rollin' Rollin'

On December 27, 2008, one day after turning the ripe old age of 4 months, Otter reached a momentous milestone by rolling from tummy to back.  It was less of a roll, than an angry 2-stage flop, meant to rescue her from the indignity of Tummy Time.  The first time it happened she landed on her back, looking around in shock at her new perspective.  We clapped, oohed, ahhed and rewarded her efforts by promptly putting her back into the position she'd just worked so hard to escape.

Otter indulged us a few more times, now through a constant flow of tears.  I think she kept hoping we'd let up, put away the video camera, and pick her up.  But we don't roll like that.  As I'm sure she's quickly realizing, Mom and Dad kinda suck.  So like a trained seal, SB was forced to roll, roll and roll some more, all in the name of strengthening her muscles or some such made-up nonsense we invented to make ourselves feel better about our cruelty.  Finally, she'd had enough and went on strike, lying face down, screaming loudly and planning how she was going to pay us back.  I'm pretty sure she'll think of something soon.