What's Different About This Picture?

This afternoon, as is often her custom, Taylor fell asleep on my lap after nursing. I eased her over my shoulder and tiptoed down the hall to her big-girl crib, placing her down on her big-girl mattress and pulling a light blanket over her legs. She thankfully stayed asleep during the transition and I went about my daily chores. As I vacuumed my way into the bedroom, I peeked over the edge of the crib and panicked, realizing something was different about her. I felt a burst of adrenaline as I instinctively reached into the crib to pick her up. Eyes still closed, she protested mildly, annoyed that I had disturbed her sleep. Relieved, I laid her gently back down, just as I'd found her, the panic subsiding. There was nothing wrong at all, of course, just a new milestone in her development, but it had taken me a minute to realize what it was. Can you see it, here in this picture? The baby, she rolls over.