Rolling thunder...

Dear Nicky,

This morning, before I even got up, Mom told me you rolled over seven times. Seven times, without help from her or your magic pants or anything. She said you would not stay on your stomach. You little show-off! You must've tired yourself real good doing that, smart guy. I know because you fell asleep halfway through during your second breakfast and lunch. This afternoon, with your magic pants on, you made a few noble efforts, but I'm afraid you just didn't have it in you. That's okay, though, because you've done it a total of eleven times so far, and those baby muscles are communicating with your baby brain and everything seems to be working just right. You're actually ahead of schedule.

Love,
Dad