F is already 3 months old. It seems the newborn stage was over in the blink of an eye. I left the room for a few minutes today and found he had rolled onto his tummy. He has spent the rest of the day trying to do it again. He tries SO hard, throwing his face into the floor, trying to bring his legs over. He did flip from tummy to back three times today. F really likes standing. He also likes the Baby Yoga positions. He smiles a lot... at us, the ceiling fan. He was all but laughing when I make buzzing or vrooming noises at him. He is sweet, happy and content the vast majority of time. Lucky baby, lucky family.