Rollin', Rollin', Rollin'

The past few weeks have been a blur. I left Michael in the care of my trusted MIL while I took off to Vegas at the end of last month. He apparently did very well for her, and though he had his moments, he is still welcome back.

I, however, missed him terribly. I did need the break, but I literally ached that I could not breastfeed him and had to rely on the pump to offer relief. It wasn't too big of a burden to pump every few hours, and when I returned, we had a renewed relationship. My fears that he would reject me dissipated, and he's still the same booby monster that he always was.

When Michael was 4 months and 2 days old, he rolled over for the first time. Of course, I missed it and was surprised to find him on his tummy after having placed him on his back. It was a milestone we got to share with the pediatrician on September 18 when he was weighed, measured, and received his second round of vaccinations. After that, he refused to roll.

Starting just last week, he renewed his interest in rolling, especially from back to belly, and he hasn't stopped since. He also makes slow-moving 90-degree revolutions when on his tummy, so he's always changing the direction he's facing. I try in earnest to keep a blanket between him and the tile floor, but most of the time, my efforts are in vain.

While I wanted to hold off until he was closer to 6 months, I decided to start Michael on little bits of cereal. It's mainly to get him used to the mechanics of eating. He did wonderfully, and I will gradually give him increasing amounts over the coming weeks. I don't plan on introducing fruits and veggies until he's at least 6 months.

I'm amazed at how quickly he's growing and how fast time is flying. There are some moments where I'm bleary-eyed and wonder if they'll ever end, and other moments that I never want to end. I never want to take him for granted.