Ellie has finally figured out that rolling is useful.  She’s been able to roll since January but basically never has.  She clearly didn’t feel the need to do so.  Just in the last day or two though, it’s as if her little brain figured out, “Wait a minute.  I don’t have to flail around on my back waiting for Mama to pick me up.  If I just roll over, then I can sit up or crawl anywhere I want to”

And so she does.  When we want to change her diaper.  When it’s time for nursing and nap time.  When we’re trying to get her dressed.  Basically, any time that we want her to be still, she wants to move.

It’s a bit difficult.

And a bit adorable.

And a bit exciting.

Seeing my darling little baby grow up into a little girl is so fun.  But sometimes, when I watch her roll away from me, I think, “What?  You don’t need me any more for your every little need?  You can independently decide to move away from me?”  I’m not 100% in favor of this.

Independence.  I know that my job as a parent is to help Ellie become independent of me. Honestly though, I’m glad she still needs me for almost everything.

Just not to move around.

All that other independence stuff can come later.  Much later.