On Sunday, Julia decided to roll over all by herself. Neither Clark nor I witnessed this, as she did it when we put her in her crib, trying to get her to go to sleep. Rather than sleeping, she got mad and rolled over onto her tummy. She did it again Monday, again when she was mad. But finally, on Tuesday I saw it with my own eyes. And, in fact, she rolled from her tummy to her back, as well. She doesn't get all the way over very often, but we now know that she can. I was going to say, "She can if she wants to," but I don't think she can do it on command. I think it sort of happens by accident, when she's upset and she flails enough to get the right momentum. But on command, she's pretty close.
So yesterday, she decided to start creeping. Very very slowly, but still, creeping. She puts her head down and powers through. And I even caught a bit on video:
Also, she was wearing a really cute outfit yesterday, so I took a picture:
Lest you think it's all sunshine and roses over here, I am including a picture of the terrible accident from today. Last Thursday she made a mess and I broke my toe during the cleanup process. I was not about to be injured again, so I took my sweet time cleaning it up. Well, cleaning up what I could. I think this onsie is probably stained forever:
On the upside, she was about to grow out of it anyway. We'll see if it comes out. I needed a bucket of OxyClean to soak it in. I love cleaning up poop. Love. It.
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