Tummy Time is Torture Time

None of my kids has ever liked Tummy Time. It's a scream-fest, every day. A gal I worked with when Dylan was a baby told me that Dylan wouldn't be able to say his /b/ sound later in life if I didn't give him tons of Tummy Time. I wonder if that is a bunch of crap. I'll never know.

So yeah. Tummy Time is a scream-fest, but I still make them do it, because I don't want them to have pancake heads. However, my precautions have mainly been in vain. Micah has a total pancake head. And Gage is heading in that same direction, too. Sigh.

This was when Gage was only like a month old. I had him doing tummy time, and he was screaming, of course:

And then he randomly rolled over onto his back. He was like, ah, well, that's more like it:

But then he realized that being on his back wasn't that great, either:

What he really wanted was Mommy Time. And he got it. How can you not pick up a cute little fuzzbucket like that???