This morning when I put him down for his nap, he did his normal fussing, but after about 10 or 15 minutes, I realized that it wasn't slowing down. It was escalating. So, as any good mother would do, I went to peek.
This is how I found him in his crib, crying.
And he was exuding only one word: frustrated. I couldn't help laughing and grabbing a shot of his first roll (or I guess the result of his roll, since I wasn't there to actually see him in the rolling process.) Poor little man. He was just so helpless on his tummy. There was even a big puddle of drool/tears that had collected. {All the grandmothers together say, "oohhhhh..."}
So I picked him up and calmed him down and then put him back on his back at the other end of the crib. Asleep within 5 minutes. :) This also happened during his second nap, so I guess I'm going to have to start flipping him back over for every nap until he learns how to get off his tummy (or learns to like it).
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Today Enoch also got to meet his Great Aunt F! She lives near us but we've both been so busy with life, that she just now got to come by and meet him. He enjoyed sitting in her lap while we ate lunch and talked about life. He was such a little gentleman.
Enoch & Great Aunt F
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