I hate tummy time. I always have, and I probably always will. I don’t understand why anyone would choose to be on their tummy. It’s so much work to keep my head up that way. If I don’t hold my head up, then I end up face down. Why anyone would choose to struggle when they could be comfortable is beyond me.

Mommy insists that I at least try tummy time once in a while. If mommy had it her way, I would be on my tummy every day, but I refuse. I do it for mommy once in a while but every day is just too much. A baby has to draw the line somewhere.

Are we done with tummy time yet?

Are we done with tummy time yet?

According to mommy, tummy time is good exercise. What do I need exercise for? Exercise is just effort without return. Mommy believes that exercise will help me keep my head up longer. I think mommy is mistaken. Tummy time just makes me tired and then I can barely hold my head up at all.

Mommy says I need some tummy time to even out the flat spot on the back of my head. What flat spot? I don’t see any flat spot. My head feels perfectly round to me. I suspect Mommy is making it up to trick me into more tummy time.

Just to make mommy happy, I give tummy time a try every now and then. I push up on my arms a little and struggle to keep my head up. I’ll give mommy credit for trying to entertain me while I work. It does seem to make time pass faster. But eventually I get tired and mommy always wants more. That’s when I stop trying and cry loudly. That always gets mommy to pick me up, or at least turn me over.

Last week I was in mommy and daddy’s bed while mommy was getting ready for the day. I turned my head and tried to grab something I thought I saw on the blanket. It was a little out of reach and I had to kick my feet hard to get at it. Suddenly, the world went all topsy-turvy and somehow I ended up on my tummy.

I must admit, it took me a moment to realize what had happened. As soon as I figured it out, I tried to make things right again. I kicked and wiggled but all my efforts only made things worse. No matter how hard I tried, I just couldn’t get onto my back again.

Baby Gifts

I noticed that mommy was watching me. That’s when I figured out what must have happened. The only explanation is that somehow, mommy managed to trick me into tummy time again. I don’t know how she did it from across the room, but mommy can be very crafty when she wants to be.

I started screaming to let her know how upset I was, and mommy rushed over and got me comfortable again. I should have been furious with mommy for tricking me, but I can’t stay mad at mommy for very long. She did save me in the end. Besides, I’m pretty sure mommy learned that I can’t be tricked so easily and she won’t do that again.

Published by Peachy Little