Chicken...

So we didn't end up trying to wean off the swaddle. Instead, G got in touch with his inner seamstress. He sewed industrial-strength velcro onto our SwaddleMe. So far that's holding. I think we're gonna end up swaddling as long as we can find some sort of solution, no matter how ghetto that solution may be. The other prospects are just too scary.

Dylan hasn't rolled again since his first attempts. He's also pretty much stopped trying to even hold his head up during tummy time. His new thing is to lay his head down and just giggle...then eat his hand, then giggle. Which is pretty cute in and of itself.

Here's some fresh giggles for y'all.