Roll Over Practice

So mama’s having a slight mastitis relapse, but that won’t bring her down. Yes, she’s not going to run for a few days, and she’s hopped up on herbs and placenta capsules and caffeine free iced tea, but she’s not gonna let this get her down.

No, she’s cheering herself up watching Roseanne reruns and watching her son completely exhaust himself trying to roll over.

I rolled all my clothes off!
Well, I don't actually roll. I make a slow circle leading with my head, while madly chewing my fist and yelling. Subtle.
I'm getting frustrated. And hungry. Time for the distress cry.
Whew. Clothed, fed, burped. Sweet dreams.

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