Sometimes I really hate my work. Now is one of those moments. While I am sitting here in the NOC, my son passed yet another milestone of his development – he rolled. Olga just phoned to tell me that Maxim was laying on his changing table when he rolled from back to his side even though he was wearing a size 2 Pampers. Damn it! Why did I have to miss it?
I am trying to reason myself with that he will be doing this sort of thing more and more over the next few days, but that doesn’t help much. All sorts of crazy thoughts are running through my head. Mostly they are of the nature: “If I missed his first rolling, how am I sure I won’t miss his first step, his first word, or whatever esle first thing he will be doing?”.