The daily grind

I spend half of my day amusing a baby and the other half creeping stealthily around my house like some sort of psychostalker. It's quite odd.

Now that my kid can amuse herself on the floor for a little while at a time, I feel like a whole person and not just a set of arms. It's pretty cool, actually. She can grunt her fool head off on the floor and every so often look up at me and laugh. And then roll over for the 879234567923478th time.

This is how I spend my day:

1. Watch baby roll over.


2. Watch baby's arm get stuck under baby.


3. Watch baby get pissed off.


4. Go over and unstick baby's arm.


5. Watch baby do push-ups for a while.


6. Watch baby get tired of being on her belly.


7. Watch baby get pissed off.


8. Go over and flip baby.


9. Watch baby /immediately/ roll over.


10. Goto 1.

I really need to teach her how to roll back over.