Call the Police

Somebody went and swapped our my sweet cuddly boy with a supercharged coil of pure energy.

Mid-week last week, Isaac finally mastered the art of rolling from his back to his stomach, and started showing a lot more interest in being on the floor with toys.

By last night, he was rolling around the floor, grabbing toys, and rolling back. He was rolling over, grabbing a table leg, using it to swing his body around, and rolling a different direction. He's squealing and giggling non-stop with this newfound skill and mobility, and I'm starting to eye every room in the house for childproofing.

Unlike Bella, when he rolls over and reaches something, he likes to give it a good hearty TUG, to bring it with him. He's pulled large dolls over, and come close to having some chairs tip.

And for bedtime, he's not curling up and cuddling as much as he is thrashing like a freshly landed fish until the energy has passed from him to his mattress - presumably for storage, because when he wakes up, we hear the WHOMP WHOMP WHOMP of his legs slamming down, obviously it's the recharging cycle.

And through it all, he is smiling and laughing... awash in joy.

Boys are.... different. I think that we may have a force of nature here.