Eli finally figured out he could roll from his back to his tummy. The doctor said that most rolly babies have a little more trouble rolling. So it took exactly 5 months… now he’s a rolling fool. He won’t stay on his back for more than a few minutes before you see this face… waiting for applause, and “Yay Eli!”.
I interrupt this post :
something just hitched a ride on my maxi dress… as I sat at the computer looking at pictures of my sweet little baby, crawled up my leg… and as soon as I felt it, tried to trap it… and it stung like FIRE. Now I have a welt the size of Texas on the back of my thigh… because it was one of THESE nasty little suckers:
I’ll update later. Now I have to go mix up some kind of concoction to ease my throbbing leg… pick up, shake out, and inspect every baby item that resides on the floor (as seen above), and get the exterminator’s number handy for first thing tomorrow. They will be getting an urgent phone call from me… because they were just here last month and I’ve killed 3 now… and they didn’t even look sick. Actually, Jeff killed this one –which was probably 2-3 inches long… while I was jumping around and ripping my dress off in the middle of the kitchen. I would have liked to cut him apart piece by piece and watch him suffer. His stinger was already lodged in my flesh anyway.
Oh Texas… I love you and I hate you at the same time.
Why did God ever create scorpions, rattle snakes and water moccasins… surely He didn’t, right?