Nathan spends a few minutes each day in tummy time. To be honest, I don't think he's crazy about it. I have found that propping him up on my Boppy pillow keeps him happy a little longer. Tummy time lets him practice lifting his head and strengthening his neck muscles although he spends more time moving his legs, which have nearly propelled him over the pillow face first. There is a lot of grunting and today he had the hiccups while on his tummy.
You can see in the photo series that he starts out relatively indifferent, but then slowly shifts to annoyance. Eventually, he let his head fall to the pillow, then begin the leg kicking.
Hey. Remember me? I know it's been awhile. A whole year, I think. It sure has been a year. I cannot count the number of times I considered writing reflections on the year here. Surely, this was a year to record our place in a history-making pandemic? But just as often as I thought about writing here, I stopped myself; after all, what makes my experiences different or worth noting? We have collectively endured a year of loss, struggles, pain. So, I'm not going to write a long recap of our entire year here. Instead, I want to write about writing. I know I have another post on the subject but this one has a different purpose. Jeff recently sent me an opinion piece from The Washington Post that immediately resonated with me: Journaling for kids: How (and why) to start a journaling practice with kids Like the author, I was encouraged to journal as a kid. As the author notes, journaling helped me process the most significant events in my life, such as the loss of...
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