Roll

Lyla rolled from her stomach to her back, sort of. Julie's calling it a rollover with assist since allegedly she kicked off the side of her baby jungle-gym. Still, it's better than either of our dogs can do, although I suppose Lyla can't really sit yet.

I'm glad Lyla waited until Julie got home to perform her assisted roll. At various times today we tummy-time trained hardcore. I'm also finding ways to get her to turn her head to the right. Basically it involves setting her down somewhere, moving to her right, and acting like a complete jackass. Invariably she turns to bask in my idiocy.

If you look online, you'll find all sorts of people whose babies prefer to tilt their head to one side or the other. In many cases, the baby actually cannot turn its head to one side. Even in those cases it's correctable, but Lyla's case seems much more mild. Still, we'll see a physical therapist next Thursday just to be sure. By that time, maybe she'll be doing cartwheels.