Tummy Time

Tummy time in our house can be summed up by one picture.

You can see fear in his eyes. Fear of what is the question...being left on his tummy forever, not getting to see the fan again, losing the bald sot on the back of his head? Seriously what is so bad about being on his tummy? For those of  you out there that may think I get a kick out of letting my son cry...don't believe it. Just a few short moments after this picture was taken I was able to get him back on the happy track by waving a pink rattle in front of him...maybe after admitting that in writing I will get the energy to go out and buy Jake some properly colored baby toys of his own. Here is proof that he came around.