Tuesday night, Anya almost rolled over. She tried so hard. She screamed and yelled with the exertion, just like all those karate people do. In the end, her shoulder just kept getting in her way. The last weekend in July when we went to Darra's, she scooted halfway down the couch all by herself (in her sleep). Almost every night now, I find her in a different place than I laid her down. She mostly scoots on her face. Pretty soon, she'll start rolling and moved with a purpose.
I can't wait. I want so badly to see her become mobile, so that she can look around and reach her toys. This is the beginning of one of my favorite baby stages. The age of discovery. I want to see her find her toes, and grab toys and wave them around. I love watching her tense her whole body trying to get the right muscle to work so that she can. just. get. that. toy! And the shrieks of delight! And the grunts and straining with effort. I love it. Not to mention that she actually gave me a real belly laugh the other day. I wish I had all the time in the world just to lay next to her and experience it too.