so i guess eventually this critter is supposed to roll over and crawl and stuff? he can’t be in my arms/on my chest to do that, they tell me…so i’ve started giving him more ‘tummy time’ and getting him to play on his back by himself more often.
and sometimes it seems to be exactly what he wants. he’ll be fussing and i’ll put him down on the changing table to change him and before the offending item is even off him, he’s quiet and grinning.
so…i’m smothering him. this is what i take from this. great! the weird mommy/son issues have already started. (“honey, come rub your mummy’s bunions for her! you know just how she likes it!”). oy.