On the play mat
Before Jorie was born, her grandma Judy McIrvin gave us a beautiful handmade play mat. Jorie is finally big enough to get significant use out of it:


(It's officially a tummy-time mat, but tummy time usually lasts about 60 seconds before she gets worn out from her baby push-ups and starts yelling.)


(It's officially a tummy-time mat, but tummy time usually lasts about 60 seconds before she gets worn out from her baby push-ups and starts yelling.)
no subject
no subject
Anyway, we tried to get the baby to do it again (as you do) and didn't manage it, and she wasn't comfortable on her belly for very long. But she was a bundle of glee on her back, with numerous toys dangling precariously overhead.
Saw her again two weeks ago, and she's walking and signing and attempting a few words. And she's made of meat! Walking, thinking meat! And cute.
In short, don't hope into a time machine and go forward in time one year like I apparently did. Babies are cool fun, and a good thing because they replace all of the other cool fun things you ever did.
no subject
no subject