Rollin' With the Homies

He's actually sponsored by Nike

The going-to-sleep routine for Milo used to consist of his taking a bottle, being sung to and, if he wasn't already asleep by the time he hit the crib but was still pretty mellow, babbling to himself in a funny kind of way.  Mostly "ahhh"s and the noise you make when you're trying to sound like a door creaking.  He'd do that for five or ten minutes, and then he was done.  Now, because he's finally unswaddled in his crib and doing his own thing, he rolls.  Relentlessly.  One time for as long as forty minutes before falling asleep.  [Side-note: We have a baby monitor that has both audio and video -- the video is this crazy infrared War Games kind of picture, which makes Milo's eyes gleam with cold, baby soullessness when it's dark -- and has been the source of both amusement and anxiety for me and Ben.  Well, it doesn't cause Ben much anxiety, actually, because he doesn't have any problem muting Milo while the screaming and crying runs its course. When things go badly, you can still hear him through the ceiling, but never you mind.]  Anyway, the amusement comes when you've put the baby down on one end of the crib, and you just see him circling like mad throughout the entire crib -- sideways, up in one corner, over to the next, on his belly, on his back, pulling on the bumper, doing a downward-facing-dog, etc.  It's like mattress Cirque de Soleil.