Wednesday, September 3, 2008

We Have a Roller

I just got the call from Joy - we have a roller in our house. Noah's been thinking about rolling over for a few weeks now, getting up on his side and kicking his little legs in desperate attempts to run and jump like his big brother. This morning, he evidently got that determined look in his face, put his arms down, and rolled right on over.

This is the beginning of the end for our house. Soon, nothing will be safe with two boys getting into everything.


Etta said...

You're not kidding.

Liz said...

I know exactly how you feel, as does my couch and brand new recliner, both of which have blue sharpie all over them.

Andrew said...

That's ok, Liz. Our entire house currently smells of sour milk since Noah's a bit of a spitter. *sigh*