I got a call from Lisa that Mathias rolled over on his own this morning.  While he’d managed to roll over a number of times before, those cases had all been on soft surfaces or inclines, both asterisk-producing qualifiers worthy of Barry Bonds and Roger Clemens.  This morning was on a hard surface, his play mat, meaning he finally found a way to not get stuck on the arm he was trying to cross over.

Typical of Danielson, he decided to do it by himself with no one else around.  I of course was at work, but Lisa didn’t see it happen, either.  She’d walked out of the living room for a few moments to take care of something, and when she returned Mathias was laying on his stomach with his head up in observation.

I came home tonight all ready to study, but instead found myself confronted with a sick baby and an equivalently stressed mom. I’ve gotten some studying done, and am feeling slightly better about the test on Wednesday–slightly–but still wish the little one had picked a different time to get sick.

Ah, parenthood. Lisa occasionally mentions that she sometimes feels she’s going insane when staying at home with the baby all day, but from my point of view she’s doing a remarkably good job. I’m sure if I was the one staying home I would’ve gone coo coo for cocoa puffs a few months ago. It’s kind of weird: She often suffers from a lack of adult interaction, I often suffer from too much of it, and we’ve found no great way to bridge the gap. There have been a number of days where I’ve come home completely wiped out from work and school wanting nothing more than to have an hour or so of down time, only to find her in a position 180 degrees from mine. Long term, this will get better as Lisa and I start going on trips again, or even start finding the time to go out on a few dates. Until then, though, there will probably be a few more nights like this one.

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A few hours after going to sleep, Mathias awoke agitated and cranky. Lisa and I both took turns trying to put him back to sleep, but both