Nobody was actually watching the first time he rolled from back to tummy, unfortunately. Mike was playing with Zach and Drew, and I had just left the house to go pick Maggie up at the vet. Mike said Jake was on his back on the floor, and then Mike looked over and he was on his tummy! I was on the phone with my mom on my drive to the vet, and we were talking about the previous post's video of Jake almost rolling over. We hung up the phone, I walked into the vet's office, and I got a text from Mike with the photo below and the caption, "Got there on his own."
That figures. I am with that baby all day long and much of the night, and here he goes and rolls over when I'm gone! That's ok. I look forward to seeing him do it tomorrow or the next day. Mike then got this little video.
Ahh, I digress. This post was supposed to be just about Jake rolling over. On a side note, the vet. Poor Maggie had to have surgery today to have some lumps removed and have her teeth cleaned. Maggie turns 11 on Saturday, and for the past few years, she has been what our vet, Dr. Allison, calls a "lipoma factory," meaning she has many little lipomas (harmless cysts) growing on her body. For the most part we don't worry about them, but she has one that has grown a ton in the last year, and at least one more that Dr. Allison couldn't aspirate and that worried her. There was also one right by her eye, and we were worried about it growing bigger and obstructing her vision. So now the poor girl has to wear an E-collar (Elizabethan collar- clever name, I think) for 2 weeks, no stairs, no jumping up on the bed (where she sleeps every night), no real exercise, outside on a leash only , etc. Maggie weighs about 55 pounds and there's no way in or out of our house without doing some stairs. And, in case you forgot, I've got a 5 year-old, a 3 year-old, and a 3 month-old, so I have no idea how I'm going to manage carrying Maggie up and down the stairs and staying with her on a leash. I think it's safe to say she won't be going outside much when Mike's not home. Poor dog. That cone collar really is throwing her for a loop. I can only imagine- she's got no peripheral vision, the thing sticks out far so she runs into everything, and it probably is pretty uncomfortable. She was whining just a few minutes ago, so I took her out front on her leash, and it's like the second she touched the grass she basically dove for the stairs. I don't know what that's all about, but I have a feeling it's going to be a long two weeks.
Here's one of Maggie's incisions.
Look at that sad face. She is miserable, and I feel terrible for her.
So between Maggie and Jake, I have a feeling it will be a no-sleep night for Sarah. *Sigh*