So, Mom told Dad that I rolled for the first time.
He started singing "Rolling . . . Rolling . . . Rolling down the river" and then he trailed off. Apparently, he didn't know the rest of the words to the "song."
Mom insisted that he was just making up a song, like he likes to do when he's in charge of entertaining me.
Dad insisted that it was a real song. He said, "Creedence Clearwater Rival sang it."
Mom said, "Since when are you a CCR fan."
I say, "Who cares?"
The real news here is that I'm a rolling all-star.
Let me walk you through the first time: I was on my stomach. I was getting kind of annoyed at Mom. See, being on my tummy isn't real comfortable. She can make me more comfortable whenever she wants. But, she always says something about tummy time being good time for me. Something about getting "stronger."
Well, I'd had enough. I wanted to be on my back. It's more comfy. So, I kept my arms up and then just swung my leg over. And, then, suddenly, I was on my back.
The sad part of the story is that I kinda hit my head when I flipped, which wasn't very comfy. I shed a few tears. But, I got over it.
Bye.
