Rolling...

He is a rolling fool. He hated doing tummy time when he was littler so I didn’t make him do it. I know shame on me, but who cares he’s fine! I would put him on him belly every few days or so and pretend that we did tummy time. Well he figured out how to roll and he can go both ways, but loves being on his tummy now. If he doesn’t know we are watching him, he will roll onto his back, but if he sees us, he screams. Not a mad scream but a ‘hey you roll me over’ kind of scream…so we do.
My grandma says babies can’t be manipulating or be spoiled. Every time she says that I laugh. My son is both. He gets what he wants, maybe not the exact moment he wants it, but he makes you miserable until he gets it. He screams bloody murder if you leave him in his crib. I walk in thinking maybe he got a leg in the slat or something, but no he just looks up at me and laughs. Yes he laughs. He thinks it’s funny that mommy and daddy are so pathetic and he can keep tricking us over and over. He’s perfected the fake cry. It is true. He gets a billion gold stars for his fake cry…I wish he was old enough to understand the story about the boy who called wolf…but he’s not so I will continue thinking there is a wolf.