Yo Mumma, you should know this is now how I roll. By rolling. Doing time on my tummy, so I can see what’s in front, not staring blankly at that boring ceiling above.

Sure, you can keep trying to place me nicely on my back, in the desperate hope I’ll revert back to my previously more manageable self but this rock chick is content looking ahead. Well, when I say content, let’s be clear: my attention span is about as long as my age so after 4 minutes I’ll probably instigate a whinge, and face plant into some of the milk I’ve spit up so that you see little white froth smeared across my cheeks, and have a good ol cry.

But don’t dare think that by rolling me back over I’ll be happy – OR staying put in place you put me. Call me a human pancake if you will, the minute you do I’ll be flipping right back to looking out front.

I know you and I have had that little chat about waiting a while longer than my big brother did before I get on the move (well, you begged and I blinked, which is code for ‘I’ll consider your request’) so I apologise for the slight freak I caused you last week when it looked like I was almost about to crawl at 3.5 months old.  Who knew how easy it was to thrust your bum up in the air, hunch your legs into position and scoot ever so slightly along on your stomach?

Might wait a while longer til I try that trick again, but consider yourself warned Mumma: you are on borrowed immobile baby time.