Where’s my baby? The little, helpless one whose eyes can’t focus, who can’t hold his head up, who sleeps 22 hours a day and can’t warp is hand around my index finger? He was here a few weeks ago.
For the first time, Ray rolled himself from his stomach onto his back this morning. It was quite monumental, and I supposed means that pretty soon we won’t be able to just put him down any old place and not worry about him going anywhere.