Big news chez FDMTG, at four days shy of six months twin one has learned how to roll. At first he kept his new skill under wraps and the only evidence was that every time I left him alone, on his back, on a play mat, I would return to find him balancing on his round little tummy, head in the air looking around for the applause he knew was his due for being so very clever. I think perhaps he was trying to perfect the little shimmy required to get over his pesky arm, as this morning he finally revealed all, and with a couple of hefty wriggles he rolled like a little Weeble right over onto his tummy for all his family to see.
Much cheering and clapping ensued to congratulate him, though I will admit a dark thought crossing my mind, because this is the first step towards movement, a stage which fills me with apprehension. Chasing around after one half mobile, seriously curious child was a trial I would rather forget, trying to keep tabs on two sends trickles of chilly terror down my spine. Still so far twin two shows no signs of giving up his favourite prone position, preferring to doze peacefully and leave it to his brother to battle with his physical limitations.
I think the first suggestion of perambulation is my cue to return to work and hand the problem over to someone else.