This morning Griffin managed his first unassisted roll from front to back. He has made it onto his side before, and has made it with some help, but this time he was on his tummy in the middle of Grandma and Grandpa Stocco’s bed and managed to flip onto his back with no parental (or grandparental) guidance! Tummy time, for Griffin, often sounds a bit like torture. He grunts and groans, huffs and puffs, turns red in the face, but hasn’t had the coordination or muscle-strength to crawl or roll. At this point he can’t repeat the feat reliably, but with a bit more practice he’ll be falling off the furniture in no time.