Tummy time

Tummy time used to be Torture Time around here. (For those of you who don't have babies, because of the risk of SIDS - Sudden Infant Death Syndrome, which used to be known as "crib death" - you're always supposed to put your baby to sleep on his or her back, rather than the stomach. And babies who are never on their stomachs have a hard time learning how to crawl - so you're supposed to play with them on their stomachs - hence, Tummy Time.)

These days, though, Dominic seems to enjoy Tummy Time quite a bit. In part, this is due to his friend, Big Blue the Dinosaur, a gift from Anne-Marie and Thomas.

We've also been trying Tummy Time in different places, like his changing table, so the view isn't always the same.

I sometimes play music for him on my recorder, although my repertoire is limited to a few songs that I can play by ear. Luckily, Dominic doesn't mind the endless repetition of "Doh-a-Deer," although we're not sure that "What Shall We Do with a Drunken Sailor?" is the most appropriate music for a baby. Dominic himself seems a bit skeptical on this point:

Whatever we're doing, though, clearly Tummy Time is no longer synonymous with Torture Time: