I guess it was only a matter of time. The kid is mobile. Turn your back for two seconds and you will find her on the other side of room, grabbing at something breakable or drooling on something delicate. Yes, she has mastered the art of rolling across the floor in the blink of an eye, taking out anything in her way - a chubby little steamroller. That is, until she happens to encounter a large roadblock - for instance, in the form of sleeping dog. She tries for minutes to roll up onto poor Sydney, knocking into her over and over again like some defective wind-up toy. Finally, frustrated and exhausted, she gives up and moves onto tugging and squeezing big chunks of puppy fur/fat rolls. Get used to this, Syd. She's here to stay.