Tummy Time...

Well, Daddy went away for a couple days for work. He came back and now I have to sleep. He also has restarted the "tummy time" thing. And today? He plopped me in the middle of the carpet, and started cheering my attempts to lift my head. He then had the nerve to put on a CD by a band from Manchester -- The Inspiral Carpets.

He then pointed the camera at me. It was threatening. So I spit up all over the carpet! And he didn't take the picture. He put me in my crib and I rolled over and then went to sleep, avoiding the torture of another embarrassing photograph...