Rollover Plan

The Selfon brothers both reached milestones in the last twenty four hours -- one auspicious, the other perhaps a bit less so.

First, the big news -- Zachary has officially rolled from his front to his back! Meh got him to accomplish this feat last night (day 138) by waving a colorful remote control in front of him, then gradually moving it over his head. As he followed it with his eyes and head, he eventually tilted and then tipped over onto his back. She called me inside (from another fruitless round of leaf raking and bagging) and Zachary was able to reproduce the flip for me. Then we attempted to make a video recording, and the results were, er, a little less definitive. But honest, it did happen - twice!

Zachary's grasping is also getting more sophisticated; today while mommy was reading to him, he started grabbing board book pages. With some encouragement, he even starting flipping them. Granted, he was flipping them backwards (and with the left hand no less), but it's a start. We'll have to work on reading more of the Hebrew board books while he's on this right-to-left kick.

Meanwhile, Korby has apparently reached the ultimate expression of his one great skill: Houdini-ing himself out of our yard. I've continually patched a variety of sections of our gradually failing encircling fence, but today he found yet another mysterious hidden portal to the outer world. Usually, this portal has just led to the neighbor's fully fenced yard, so he's still contained, and within a few feet of us and our porous border. But a few times in the last month, he's somehow found an exit from that fenced yard. (Incidentally, I've walked the full perimeters of both fences at this point and can't figure out where he's getting through.) With the tremendous help of fellow dog owners in the area, I've usually found him soon afterwards -- his favorite haunts are the junior high school track and the spacious park down the road from us.

But this morning, at 8:30 am, he was gone once more - and multiple circlings by car and foot of our neighborhood, the park, the junior high, and surrounding area were unsuccessful. 90 minutes of ever-widening searches later (again, featuring some very helpful fellow dog owners), we thankfully received a phone call that someone had retrieved him and was holding him. Korby had travelled more than two miles as the crow flies -- which likely means five or more miles as the Korby roams. Thankfully, he hadn't crossed any major streets, but still, we think it's likely time to just give up and invest in a tree-wrapped leash for him.