Tummy Time

I look at these pictures of my strong boy,

and it’s hard to remember

the days where tummy time was a struggle

that often ended in tears.

 

These days he can lift his head super high

and loves playing on the ground  

using the quilt made for him by my Aunt Gail

to match his orange hair.

He rolls onto his tummy all the time.

I almost wish that he’d slow down a little,

and stay my baby for longer. 

Oh my sweet,

little boy!