Joshua’s officially learnt how to turn over on his own on Sunday.
I didn’t mention this earlier because I wasn’t sure if it was just a lucky strike, or has he really learnt the skill. But seeing him turn over countless times today, it’s quite confirmed.
The funny thing now is, he doesn’t know how to turn back. And he’ll lie on his tummy screaming for someone to come turn him onto his back.
On an unrelated note, Hubs was doing push-ups on the kitchen floor just now because the rain wasn’t conducive for him to go jump rope downstairs (we have a damn low ceiling so he can’t do it indoors), and I could see his V-shaped back fighting hard to emerge through the layers of flab accumulated through the months of eating suppers with a then-pregnant me.
Fortunately for me, nursing the boy helped shed away quite a bit of the fats. PapaNash, on the other hand, would have to work out hard to get back in shape.
But, ignoring my digression, I couldn’t resist staring at him while he was on the floor, pumping his muscles. Hey, if all else fails, at least he’s still got a sexy back!