Sam rolls over now. By that I mean he does it regularly, at will, both ways. He likes rolling over.
Yesterday, at a family reunion for Barbra's family, I changed a wet diaper on the floor, and then left him laying on the changing mat while I went to throw it away. I asked Grandpa A to watch him, and I told Sam, "I want you to wait right here for me, until I get back. Don't jump up and start running around with these other kids, or go crawling around the room like these other babies. Just wait right there on that mat. Grandpa will watch you."
When I got back Grandpa reported that he had been very good, "He didn't fuss or anything. He didn't even roll over."
I said, "Oh good boy. I didn't mean you couldn't roll over though. It would have been ok to roll over. Daddy's back now, so you can roll over if you want to."
He immediately rolled over, and laughed out loud.
Such an obedient child.
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