Sometimes she manages to roll back over onto her back, but usually she can't remember how and cries until someone comes and turns her back over. She clearly feels betrayed -- after weeks of trying, she's finally managed to roll over, only to wind up somewhere she doesn't want to be.
I keep telling her that life is like that -- no matter how far you go, you never really get to your destination -- but she is unimpressed by my philosophy. The first of many times, I'm sure, that she will be unimpressed by my philosophy.
She's also gaining a lot more facility with her hands. She can now grab, throw, push, and pull whenever she wants. Mostly, of course, she uses her hands for grabbing things and shoving them in her mouth. As a result, everything near her is damp, but that's kind of cute, in a disgusting sort of a way.
OK, enough blathering. Here's a photo:
