It happened. Liam rolled. Something that I've always said I will never, ever encourage. Selfishly because I treasure being able to walk out of the room, knowing he will stay just the way I left him. Plus it is a part of getting older, which is totally not cool over here.
But here it is, happening. And I find myself putting him back on his stomach to see the best part of my day happen yet again. Not to mention squealing like a moron each and every time! Because moms are the weirdest.