Rollin', Rollin', Rollin'

On Sunday, while at Paul and Becky's flat, Francis was being a bit grouchy, so I thought maybe a nappy change would help. He cheered up and was happily flailing about on the rug, so I decided to put him on his tummy for a bit of "tummy time". He HATES tummy time, but I know it's important for his development, so I try to do it every so often. This time he obviously decided that he really didn't want to be on his tummy and rolled over onto his back! I put him on his front again just to see if it was a fluke, and he did it again!

I picked him up and started squealing "clever boy" at him like a complete loon. I don't think Francis had any idea why I was squealing at him, but he looked so thrilled I thought he might burst with excitement. I'm amazed at how far he's come given his less than perfect start in life. Here's hoping he continues to make such fabulous progress!

Lisa xxx