Weasel Of Doom

At the end of December, Squeekers rolled from tummy to back for the first time. And haven’t done it since. He prefers to flap around like a stranded fish and scream, in hopes that somebody else would do the rolling over thing for him.

Last night, I woke up at 2 am to the Squeekery one’s muffled hungry squeeks. The reason for muffled became clear once I realized he was on his tummy. He must have done it again after the 6 am feeding – when I left this morning, he was snoozing contentedly on his tummy, smelling rather strongly of a loaded diaper.

(of course, since my camera is en route to a Nikon repair facility in NY, I have no pictorial proof. Which totally sucks, because if the pattern holds true, it is going to be months before Squeek decides to roll over again)