Or in this case, over.
Last night, Irelyn was trying desperately to flip from her back to her tummy. Kept getting all the way there then springing right back as she couldn’t get her arm out of the way. She did this for about 30 minutes straight, teasing us the whole time.
Today my wife went on a shopping extravaganza and was worried she was going to miss the first time. She did, but then again so did I as I walked out of the room to return to Irelyn sitting on her stomach.
Kids, they grow up so fast. Next thing I know she’ll be asking for the car keys wearing something I wholeheartedly don’t approve of.