My mommy makes me do tummy time. I prop myself up and take it the sights.
Then I chill out. No need to worry about anything - my faithful guard dog, Lola, is always on duty.
Then I rest some more. Holding my head up is tiring work.
The squeaky wheel gets the grease. I knew if I fussed enough mom would flip me over. Who needs to roll over on their own?! Although, I CAN do that - I just choose not to most of the time.
Can you see that I still love to curl my legs up?
Lola! Come here, Lola! My hands are dirty. Can you clean them for me?
This is the life!