Oh, the news I could report for the past 11 days - the visit from Anne, Ben, and little Zane. The cookout at the babysitter's. Veronica's new affection for Snoopy (both her stuffed one and on one of Jason's T-shirts) and continued affinity for trees. Her messed-up sleep schedule, once as reliable as Old Faithful, now interrupted by 4 a.m. crying jags or being wide-awake at 6 a.m. Her discovery of Pita's paws today - and Pita, amazingly, not being perturbed by two little accidental baby-punches to her face. Work. The weather. Life in general.

But my big thing that happened today was that she rolled over, all by herself, for the very first time. From her back to her front, followed by much pissed-off flailing as she really hates being on her belly. So I flipped her back over, onto her back - and we repeated this process again and again. I was so psyched that, after much cooing and praising her for her efforts, I immediately called Jason (who was working late) and then my parents.

It doesn't sound like much, but it is. As Jason pointed out, we can never again lay her down and leave her somewhere for a minute (like in the middle of our bed), expecting her to be in the exact same spot when we look back. Veronica is gaining mobility. How can I not be excited about that?