Old Macdonald had a ... What?

The feeding/changing/playing operation here at Chez Sayre is a well-oiled machine. Grandpa handles in-put, Grandma's got her hands full with out-put, and uncle Ryan likes it best when all the fluids stay-put. We share all the 'singing duties'. Last night Veda was telling me how much she enjoys Grandpa's Old Macdonald had a Farm... “but...” she said, leaning in close and bringing her voice down to a whisper, “....Grandpa doesn't know his animal sounds very well, does he?” I had to admit that I'd never heard a horse go “braay.”

While none of us is any closer to earning the 50 dollars that Kathy has promised to the first person to get Veda to say “mommy,” we have managed to make modest progress in the “rolling over onto her stomach” department.

1. right leg pulled over left leg - check
2. head turned in the direction of the roll - check
3. right shoulder twisted over body - check
4. A little bit of umpf - check

Only one small hitch -- she keeps her left arm stretched out to the side like a backhoe outrigger. After a few failed pushes against the laws of nature, the bean gives out a teeny groan and rolls back over, only to re-discover the collection of colorful toys dangling overhead in her play-pen. “Ah,” she smiles, “here's what I was looking for!”