Rolling, Rolling, Rolling

Teh Is will ding 7 months this week. No crawling as of yet but a prodigious amount of rolling. The instructors at her day care center have commented on her rolling more than any baby they've ever seen.

Her incredibly cumbersome head gives her rolling a regular thumping noise to boot. Every revolution is punctuated by her head smacking the ground. She'll either learn not to do it or develop two flat spots on her head from pounding it into the ground daily until she learns to walk.

It's a little bit frustrating that she's not really inclined to crawl at all. But it's very funny to see a child set her sights on something across the floor and try to meander to it solely through rolling. If the object is not on her axis of rolling, she just looks at it with no small amount of anger.

I can already see the bitter existential angst welling up in her soul. She's struggling to reconcile the disparity between her own being-for-itself and that of the stuffed turtle with the rubbery hands that are so fun to chew. Such pride. Such pride.