Is there anything that MetroDad doesn’t know?
After I wrote about 3B rolling over for the first time, MD wrote
Watch out. From here on in, all those physical milestones will be happening very quickly. Exciting times.
So true, so true, MD. Yesterday, 3B rolled from his stomach to his back for the first time, so now he can roll himself from back to front and back again as he wishes. Just like the first time he rolled from his back to his stomach, he only went from his stomach to his back once, but we can see that he’s practicing, building up skills to locomote around the house like a runaway log on a 22-degree slope.
I suppose this means that we’d better get some closet doors sometime soon, eh? Or, maybe we should just move all the WMDs up one shelf?
I’d post some video of the amazing event, but the kid always seems to wait for me to walk out of the room to make it to these milestones, and then never repeats them while I’m looking. I should expect as much, since Mama is still clearly the favorite parent. He tolerates me fairly well, although if I want to get a smile for a picture, I still have to call in the ringer. As soon as Mama walks into the room and says something–anything, it could be “Ack. Gah. Thhppbbbt.”–3B busts out the gummy grin.
There are some things I can do to amuse him, however, like swing him back and forth, singing “Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.” in my best Barry Gibb falsetto. Being his dad, and loving to see him laugh, I do this until my arms have the strength of wet noodles and my shoulders feel like they’ve been stretched on the rack. Tonight when I was at that point, Mama came in the room and said, “Do it again. I want to see.” Sure, my rotator cuffs felt like they’d been through a wood chipper, but I wasn’t going to miss an opportunity to prove that I, too, could make our son laugh, so up he went, into the air. Back and forth, forth and back–“Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.” Nothing.
Then much straining, and then boredom again. And then me, desperate to make him laugh, with the glass-shattering falsetto “Did you poop? Did you pee?”
Aha! At that second question, a spark of recognition and a twinge of a grin, so I ask again, “Did you pee?” The grin becomes a smile. “Did you pee? Did you pee? Did you pee? Pee? Pee?” At this point, Barky is looking for a pillow to bury his ears under to escape my Barry Gibb on helium screech, but 3B is laughing up a storm, and I’m having the time of my life making him laugh.
It’s only when we’re done that I realize I’ve spent half an hour singing, “Pee. Pee. Pee. Pee. Pee. Pee.” to 3B. Exciting times, indeed.
And when is it that the parents start to reach some developmental milestones?
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