Domzilla

The rollover kid - it's now the case that as soon as you put Dom down his little legs go straight up in the air followed by a simple twitch of his nappy-clad bottom to see him right over and then anything up to ten minutes spent trying to retrieve the arm that's wound up under his body. He's also under the impression that the key to retrieving this arm is lubrication and plenty of it - little pools of drool mark his every attempt to flip. He has, however, still only managed the full 360 degree victory roll the once: last Saturday, in honour of Colin and Carol's wedding (see photo). Today, at his Aunty Carolyn's, he spiced his routine up with a caterpillar manoeuvre that saw him lifting his middle a clear inch and a half off the ground - still no sign of him getting anywhere though.

In other news, he's loving his food. The recognised standard unit of intake for Dominic has progressed, in little over a month, from the ice cube* to the reused yoghurt pot and in his unending quest for yet more nutrition he's even dropped his initial opposition to banana. Inevitably, Dom's First Law of Faecal Dynamics (input shall roughly equal output) means if we're not busy shovelling it in at one end we're very much occupied at the other.

*We're thinking of returning the trays we borrowed from Justine so she can have ice in her mid-morning Gin & Tonic again.