Times They Are A Changin'

I'm afraid the days of leaving my baby on the floor and finding her in the same spot when I return even minutes later are nearing their end.

In fact, I'd say a rollover is imminent. I'm tempted to put a brick on her.

Okay if I'm being totally honest, she rolled over yesterday morning. But I didn't have the camera out so I just rolled her back over and grabbed the camera. She didn't repeat the maneuver so I'm choosing to pretend it didn't happen.

In other news, K may finally have turned the corner to Big Boy-ness. He has been wearing underwear and keeping them clean for almost a week now. (Pause while I do the happy dance!)

I will post the potty-training saga next week sometime since I know that it is riveting reading.

K, understandably, is quite proud of himself.

And finally, M woke up Wednesday morning and told me that she thought she would probably lose another tooth that day at school so she could get one of those little plastic treasure chests. Sure enough, she came home with her tooth in a purple box. I have visions of her yanking it out of her mouth in the nurse's office, but she swears it came out on its own at lunch time.

When asked to pose for a photo, this is what she did:

I explained that it's best to open your mouth when posing for a tooth-loss photo op and we tried again: