For as long as I've had breath, I've wanted babies. Anyone who knows me knows that I came out of the womb wanting my own babies. And since I've always wanted babies, I've always been a sponge for information about babies. And I remember long, long ago, long before we were inductees to the T-21 Hall of Fame, reading about and hearing people tell stories about their babies who preferred rolling every where to crawling. They were always written about and spoken about with affectionate humor, but I still thought it was an anomaly that a baby wouldn't crawl. I mean seriously, it's a baby for crying out loud - it should crawl! I don't know why I am averse to babies who roll. But I am. Don't ask me why. Like I said, I don't know. And it probably wouldn't matter if I did know. Because, this being the case, Jack of course, has taken to rolling everywhere he wants to go. Yep. You got it. Rolling. Not crawling. Rolling. So there you have it. He rolls. He's a roller. And roll he does!
I dutifully put him into tummy time with several noisy, attractive, favorite toys surrounding him, placed just out of reach - just like his OT and PT tell me to - to stimulate his desire to reach for them, and thus be motivated to inch forward and eventually to crawl.
This is what Jack does instead...
Which way will I go first? Upon which toy will I bestow this morning's first globs of slobber? 
Ahhh, to the left! 
First the wind-up, and over I go! 
It looks like the piano wins! 
Now where to? 
Ah...the musical shape sorter is up next! 
Next some fun with the burp cloth... 
...burpy cloth peek-a-boo! 
Now for a visit with my doggy Sophie! 
And now let's go see Princess! 
Hi Princess! Are you sleeping in there? Do you want to come out to play? Please? Okay, maybe later! 
Ohhhh, I love my tambourine! 
It's jingly... 
...jangly... 
...fun! 
And I can wear it on my face! 
Alas, the stars stand alone. "Don't worry stars, I will catch up with you later!"
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