Once in awhile, I am supposed to participate in tummy time. This is the time when I am supposed to be exercising my neck muscles. Right now, my neck is like a block of jello. It just bobbles from one side to the other. I lay down on this mat and I’m supposed to practice lifting up my head. Here is some video of me working out.
Tummy time can wear me out; sometimes I’ll just fall asleep.
I don’t know about you, but I think my daddy needs some tummy time. Have you seen him lately? Geez, you’d think he was the pregnant one. Someone needs to get to the gym and have his own version of tummy time.
I’m kind of like a goldfish. Left to myself, I’d just eat and eat and eat. I really don’t know how to regulate how much I eat. Sometimes, my meal is 2 oz. of milk. Other times, I go nuts and have 3 oz. all at once. I don’t know how someone can handle such large portions. The other night, I just kept eating and eating and eating. I don’t think my tiny frame was able to hold all that milk. I think I went over board and had like 4.5 oz. or something. I spit half of it right back up as soon as I sat up.
My mommy and daddy have a lot of friends. They are so kind, they just call and tell mommy and daddy they are coming over and they bring food. I think my daddy has the same goldfish problem as me. He’ll just eat and eat. He has no idea what it means to be full. It’s a race against time. I know my parents don’t want the food to go to waste, so they just eat everything in sight because they know the merry go round of food will come back around tomorrow.