... of a big development

"Guess what I did? No... it wasn't gas..."

We have just experienced a big first in the Smith house (although I don't think it will become a regular occurrence for a few weeks yet). Abram just rolled from his tummy to his back!! On the bed, which I don't know whether that is easier or harder than on a floor, but still. I guess he's about on target for it, maybe a little early. He's always had a pretty strong neck, as evidenced by the fact that when we burp him we have to be very careful that his thrashing head does not smash into our cheekbones or our mouth (which are the most painful places to be hit by a baby head).

Anyway, I got a pretty bad video of him right as he was doing it. So it's authentic, but sorry about the quality (grandparents, aunts, great grandparents, etc)

We have been pretty bad about pictures, lately. But we got a couple when Aunt Hilary was here for a visit.

Abram loving some Auntie time.

Hilly got to experience giving Abram a bottle. It's a little more complicated than it sounds...

Abram also went on his first hike with Aunt Hilly and Dad. I think he might have slept through most of it. But that's what happens in the Bjorn.

She also gave us the trick of covering his body in a wet washcloth during bath time to keep him warm. It also keeps him modest in pictures.

This is one of Abram's (and Quinn's) favorite times: Hymn time!

And what does mom do when there is someone else around to help take baby duty.....?

Plays Donkey Kong, of course.

Well, he is waking up early from his nap... so we gotta go try and get him to go back to sleep. That is also more complicated than it sounds. Wish us luck.

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