The Fantabulous Chronicles

Can you believe it? We’ve arrived at the stage where our tiny human has transformed into a rolling sensation! Cue the confetti and applause for our mini gymnast – the baby-on-a-roll extravaganza is in full swing. It’s undoubtedly a monumental milestone, one that fills me with joy. Witnessing those barrel rolls in action is a sight to behold, yet it’s also ushered in a minor nocturnal challenge.

Once upon a moonlit night, our baby was the maestro of sleep, waking just a few times to join the cuddle club and refuel before snoozing like a contented koala. A sleep symphony, if you will. But hold your applause, because a plot twist awaits. The rolling revelation has rewritten our nocturnal narrative. And let me tell you, this chapter is more of a rollercoaster ride than a bedtime story.

Now, we all know the golden rule: babies sleep on their backs, right? Well, our pint-sized rebel doesn’t play by the rulebook. Side-sleeping is his jam, his signature style – until he accidentally begins tummy time while dreaming! By day, it’s a casual 60% enjoyment rate. But by the moon’s glow, it’s as if we’ve unleashed a baby kraken!

The sound? Imagine a mix between a minor explosion and a kazoo solo. When he’s upset, silence ceases to exist – replaced by a one-baby marching band. So, for the first time in forever, I’m clocking more hours awake than my favorite coffee shop. And here’s the kicker: there’s no universal remote control for preventing baby flips. Go figure.

My nightly routine? It’s a merry dance between diaper changes, lullabies, and scrolling through the weird corners of the internet at 3 AM. Who knew that mastering the art of sleep required an advanced degree in baby acrobatics?

But hey, let’s not let my sleep-deprived ramblings steal the spotlight. Have you ever faced a milestone that turned into a slapstick comedy routine with your little munchkin? Spill the beans (or the baby cereal) below – let’s bond over our midnight escapades!