Rollygirl and the moo machine from outer space

This week has been made more complicated by Mike's being away, the treacherous construction-perverted traffic and rainy weather, and my laptop being stupid.

All these add up to my not being able to handle HHA business as thoroughly as I would like, the morning and evening routine being completed by one person instead of two, and ... more uninteresting drudgery.

On the fun side of that coin, Nora surprised both herself and me last night by rolling onto her stomach and elbows on her own. It happened in the blink of an eye, and she was so stunned that I had to start enthusiastically congratulating her (after taking a sec to make sure I was seeing what I thought I was seeing) before she could realize this was all good and the YAY-WOW-ha-HAAA face was called for.

So, there in her crib, she proto-crawled (cute! scary!) until her neck got tired (I think) and she realized she was stuck, not knowing how to get out of that position after 3 long minutes of being in it. Before her throat-clearing became crying, I rolled her back. Happiness and a call to tell Daaad were next.

Also, when she's seeing me off to work from her Nana's arms, she seems to really enjoy hearing the zipping up that my motorcycle commuter suit requires, and we also play a modified peekaboo with the helmet.