And So It Begins

We are quickly leaving the realm of put-the-baby down-and-come back-to-find-him-exactly-where-you-left-him and entering the watch-where-you-step-at-all-times realm.  Sunday L rolled over a few times.  By this morning (Wednesday) L is fully in roll-over-at-every-opportunity-then-cry-until-someone-helps-get-him-off-his-stomach mode.
It makes me a little sad to leave the immobile stage. First of all, convenience. Second of all it seems a small hop to this:

Rolling over is the gateway drug to uncatchable mobility.