Today, Corin rolled himself off the bed while I was getting ready. I knew it would happen. It did with Ryanne. He was mad, but he's fine. I think she freaked out more than he did.
Thus ends the being able to leave him places. *sigh*
Chrys found him after one of his naps - up on his hands and knees in his crib.
Before dinner, he managed to get a knee under himself, get a toe hold and push a bit.
I can wait, y'know. As much as I said that if he could roll, he better walk - I was kidding. I'm not in any rush.
At least he doesn't try to move his feet when he's standing...maybe he's saving that for tomorrow.
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