Revolution

Lucy figured out how to roll over, today.  She's now quite handy at flipping onto her tummy.  Not that she likes that, all that much.  The view from her tummy is not quite as interesting and much more exhausting.  After a minute or so she's angry with the world for putting her in such a position, as if she didn't do it to herself.  I have the feeling this will will be a recurring theme.

Inch by Inch

Lucy is 4 months old, today.  She went in for her check-up, this morning, and got weighed and measured.  She's 13 lbs 12 ozs and almost 25", putting her in the 50th percentile.  Apparently, she was in the 75th, last time, so she's been told to get going on that cereal to build herself back up.  Weird.  I mean, I knew she was adorably chubby, but 50th-75th percentile?  The other kids were all, consistently, 5th-10th percentile.  25th at the highest.  I don't know what genes she working with, but I guess they're working well for her.

I other Lucy news, while we were at the doctor, she made her first real attempt at rolling over.  She almost had it but an elbow was poking out.  She does scootch around in circles, though, changing which way she's facing. 

Toys are starting to be a viable distraction, too.  It never works for very long, but you can hand her a rattle toy and she'll chew on it for several minutes.  It's enough to give Mom hope for a future without a baby permanently adhered to my side.