Red blooded male

Baby D has a good life. It comes with being a third born. I know, cause I'm a third born myself.

I think being a boy with two older sisters is even better. He really doesn't have to do much. His sisters dote on him, entertain him and smother him with love. All he has to do is sit there and soak it up.

He's been pretty lazy on the movement front. He's rolled but it's not something he does often, he doesn't need to, he reaches for something and someone fetches it for him. He also gets the "he's a premmie" excuse (which we'll probably still be dragging out for him when he's 30).

But today was different. We had a visitor, a playmate in the shape of a cute little lady. We lay the two next each other and straight away D was interested. He looked across and tried to grab her and before I knew it he'd rolled faster than I've ever seen him move to get to her. We moved him back and he did it again.

It seems he can move, he just needs the motivation of a girl in a cute outfit and a cheeky smile. Not unlike his Dad.

Yeah, baby!

Rollin', rollin', rollin'.

It would seem that the love is not unrequited as D gets a smooch.