Eight days and counting....

Another good day for all of us. Allan is still home and doing well. He looks good, he is alert and interested in his surroundings (the ceiling fans anyway). The end of Day Eight. Sorry for the delays in blogging but Dad has been out of town and that makes it a little hectic around here. Kim came last night and she and Griffith partied like rock stars until late in the night. (Actually he slept like a lamb. Kim, on the other hand, slept fully dressed and on top of the covers with her hand on the bassinet in case she needed to leap in to action.)
Today was a Very Big Day in our household. Griffith has learned to roll from his belly to his back. Tummy Time is the Holy Grail of parenting these days. If your kid doesn't get sufficient Tummy Time, then you can forget about early admission to Harvard and you may as well sign your kid up for Advanced Ditch Digging. As per his usual, Griff hates Tummy Time with a white hot firey passion. Is certain that it was designed especially to irritate him. Not wishing to antagonize him unnecessarily, we have been doing modified Tummy Time - his chest to ours, etc. Yesterday, I decided to put him down on his belly just to see how he would react. Lord in Heaven was he mad -- arms and head down as if he were getting ready to do push ups, one leg and his hind end up in the air, squawling. He rocked back and forth and Flora and I both thought that he might flip then, but he lost momentum. Today, though, he was completely irritated by the second time that we put him on his belly and he cried as if we were scalding him before he gave an almighty heave and flipped himself on to his back, thumping his little noggin on the floor. We were all stunned that he had managed to do it. I tried to take a picture, but the batteries were dead. We'll stage a photo later.
Allan is a little behind his brother, but making progress every day. Aunt Stephanie came to assist while Dad was away tonight. Allan is still not setting any records with the bottle feeding, but he has learned to suck his hand and he bats at his bouncy seat toys. Mostly, though, he likes to look at the very bright paintings on the walls. And the ceiling fan. Best $60 we ever spent.