It's not like he's advanced or anything though, far from it in fact. See, he flips over, and then can't flip back. He can do the hard thing, but not the easy thing. Now, seeing as he enjoys being on his back for more than 30 seconds about as much as he likes having his hair washed, riding in the bassinet part of the wagon and being dipped in boiling oil, the next step after rolling over is high pitched, frantic screeching.
He sticks his little butt up in the air, stretches out a foot, kicks madly and then FLOP, he's on his back. I've got about 10 seconds to get there and flip him back over before all hell breaks loose in his crib. I haven't managed to catch the rolling over on film, though I've tried.
Trying, trying, trying, sleeping.
He doesn't do it every time he's put down; apparently it's much cooler to save it for the middle of the night, when mom is already exhausted from feeding you three times, and dad has to get up in an hour to catch a 5am flight. Fun times.
The first time he did it was actually last Friday or Saturday night, in Sweden. He was sleeping in a pack and play type crib, with firm netting for him to push off from, and I figured it was a fluke, or a first step in learning to roll, rather than the real deal. It was sort of alarming, however, when I reached down, cued by the frantic rustling sound coming from the crib, and felt something soft (um, face) rather than something hard (head). He's lucky I didn't poke his eye out in the dark.
Anyway, hurray for rolling! Now if he'd only take that next step: "Hmm, I'm on my back. This sucks. I'll just roll right back on over to where I started. No need to panic or wake mom, none at all. Flop. Snore."
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