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Ryland has mastered the trick of rolling from his tummy to his back and has been happily rolling onto his back for several weeks. He is quite the little pro at it, too.

And today, for the first time, my little genius son managed to roll from his back to his tummy. This is quite the triumph! It’s hard to get over on that big round belly. He was getting to his side, but just couldn’t coax his body up and over his arm and onto his tummy.

But now he’s done it and I am as proud as proud can be.

This poses new dangers and I am going to have to watch him like a hawk, he can roll and wiggle and worm himself all over the place. One minute he’s on his back, looking at the couch and the next he’s on his tummy and has rotated himself all the way around to face the TV. That little tub is going to be crawling soon, I just know it. He gets so mad he can’t get down and play like all the other kids.

AHHHHH this is happening too fast! Stay little rye-bread, please stay little.

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Oh comment spammers, you sure know your way to a girl&#146s heart. Through generic and random flattery directed at no one and everyone. And of course the old standby, poor grammar and spelling. I&#146m all a-flutter now.

Ryland is waking up every 2 hours during the night. I can&#146t figure out why and I&#146ve tried a million different things (except for the cry-it-out method, which I refuse to do), including some of the suggestions given to me here on loafe. Nothing works. I am trying so very hard to be patient and wait it out, because eventually this has to change. It can&#146t last forever, can it? CAN IT?

At least I can look forward to death.

I have nothing but pure hatred for every mother who tells me about how her perfect frigging baby sleeps 8 or 9 or 10 hours at night, without so much as a peep. I hate these people and I know I can&#146t light them on fire or throw stones at them or make them explode with just my eyes. But inside I burn. My only solace? Knowing they&#146ll pay. Oh yes, how they&#146ll pay. Their sweet sleeping little babies will make them pay, maybe not today and maybe not tomorrow, but someday. They&#146ll get their due and I&#146ll get my justice.

someday.

I miss school.

very much.