Let the good times roll

On Friday, January 14 Tate finally rolled over for the first time! Brad was on a conference call in the bedroom so I couldn't call him in, but I could tell it was about to happen. One minute he was on his stomach, then he arched his back and threw his head back and let the weight of his huge noggin propel him over. He was pretty nonchalant about it, until he saw how crazy I was going and he started smiling. I put him back on his tummy and he did it again. He must not really be that into the whole rolling thing, though, since he didn't do it again until today when Brad was gone. So for now it's the Snuffleupagus of milestones--no one sees it but me.