Rolling

Logan is now a rolling machine. As soon as I put him down on his back, he immediately rolls to his tummy—and then cries because he’s forgotten how to roll back the other way. This is problematic at night, because he does the same thing in his crib—rolls and then screams until someone comes to turn him over. He's like a turtle. Sometimes he just falls asleep on his tummy— and then I feel the need to check on him every 5 minutes to make sure he hasn’t suffocated.