Catch-22

I've been in a rather sulky mood lately. Part of it is because of the never ending loads of laundry and dishes, the countless messes the kids make, and some plain old grumpiness out of my usually cheerful boy.

Max is trying his hardest to roll over from back to front. He gets all the way over on his side and then just gets stuck there. He wiggles his feet and kicks his legs in an attempt to get the rest of the way over but so far in vain.

Then he starts grumping. He's frustrated that he can't roll over yet (although I'm not so sure WHY he's decided he wants to roll over onto his belly because he HATES it when I lay him on his belly). I know that's why he's crying, but it's hard on this mama because it means that I can't lay him on his back to play (because then he starts the attempted rolling-over business). But he only likes sitting up in the bouncer or exersaucer for so long and I absolutely cannot hold him all day long. So, at least a few times a day, I have to lay him down and listen while he fusses as he tries to roll over and then he finally tires himself out and falls asleep on the floor.

In some ways, I just wish he'd hurry up and roll over already so he'd stop crying about it and be my happy boy again. But then I remember that once he actually DOES roll over that means my baby boy is growing up, which makes me sad too. I can't win here!

So I sulk.