Yesterday Mr. Baby rolled from back to front for the second time ever. He was proud for a second and then figured out that it had turned into "tummy time" - his enemy - and he started crying to be rescued. Last night I woke up to him crying and went in to find that he had turned himself over in his sleep, and his little noggin was kind of underneath the mobile's crib-side attachment so he couldn't really lift it up enough to turn back over - nothing dangerous at all, just too much for a little guy like him to figure out. It was so sad and cute, I just had to scoop him up and hug the pants off him. They are growing up!