Of course, I'm in the middle of making dinner with my back to her. So I began to finish my immediate task so that I could wash my hands and go turn her from her belly to her back.
But as I went to wash my hands, I looked over to see my fussing baby on her back again! (and her beloved pacifier just out of reach.) Wait... I thought she wasn't supposed to be able to turn over both ways just yet!
Now she's playing with her toes, chewing on her fist and singing a sad song.
Big Brother, who was outside in this gorgeous weather, playing with the hose, came in just now, and sounding quite grown up, announced, "I'm just here to get a drink of water." He went into the powder room, had a drink, and went back outside.
Have I mentioned lately what a glorious job I have?