Moana seems so much older to me every day. And taller. I haven't measured her lately, but I have stored away several pairs of pajamas that don't allow her to straighten out her legs anymore. And she can touch her feet to the ground when she's in her Jumperoo now. I really should measure her height, because even though she seems so tall to me now, this is still the shortest she will ever be.
And shoot, now that she's reading and all...
Yesterday morning I went in to check on her and found her sleeping on her side. With her favorite blankie (Thanks, Auntie Andrea!) and dollie (Thanks, Auntie Catharine!).
I'd never seen her so far over on her side before. I figured it was just a matter of time before she rolled herself all the way over onto her tummy.
In fact, it was just one day. This morning Scott went in to check on her and came back to report that she was fully on her tummy! I'd heard that babies do this at some point and that once they roll themselves over then it's ok, right? I'm actually sort of surprised that she was ok sleeping on her tummy because when I put her on her tummy during the day she always insists on having her head so far up that she can't relax at all... then eventually gets all grumpy and wants to be back on her back. But whatever floats her boat.
In other news, I'm supposed to go in the the doctor's office to get routine labs done sometime soon. I was going to go this morning since I'm not training until later (this would have been the best morning) but totally forgot and started drinking the yummy french press coffee that my awesome husband brought to me in bed this morning... It's a fasting blood test which just seems impossible to me because I don't fast. Ever. I eat. All the time. I guess one morning next week I'm going to have to just suck it up and do it. But seriously, delaying breakfast is like torture for me. I have no idea how people skip breakfast in the morning?