Spinning Tot

She's wriggling.  No it's worse than that - she's rolling.  Depending on her mood it's a gentle rock or a violent roll.  We never quite know where we'll find her.  She tends to tell us though, especially when she's arched back like a banana, has rotated 270 degrees and has her foot trapped on one side of her cot and her face jammed against the other.  She doesn't tend to be in a good mood on mornings like these.