My son hates tummy time. HATES. There is nothing that makes him madder quicker than putting him on his little tummy.
It goes from this
in a matter of seconds.
As soon as he’s on his tummy, his hand goes to his mouth
and as quickly as the hand goes in the mouth it comes out. And as soon as it comes out this face
this calm, sweet, smiling face goes to this
mad, angry face.
He’s telling me…telling all of us…that tummy time is not fun. No. Tummy time is, to my baby, torture. Something that he should never, ever, ever have to do.
Tummy time fun? No such thing. Tummy time agony…that’s what it is in my house.