Tummy Time Update

So, this "tummy time" thing. I am getting better at it - slowly. My mom ("Food Giver") is particularly diligent at forcing me into this crap because it's good for me; something I expect will continue for the rest of my life. My dad ("The One I Didn't Live In") doesn't want any part of it because he knows it upsets me and he doesn't want to be associated with that. He is also currently lobbying me for my first word by chanting "DA DA DA DA DA DA DA DA DA" whenever we are together. Cheater!

I have developed a technique where when I face-plant, I can assist myself up by sticking out my tongue real hard. But check it out, I can get my head up a little! And then I cry... and then I get food. The End.