Tummy Time

Zoë hasn't been a fan of tummy time, really, but she recently figured out that floors aren't for eating and has nearly come to peace with it. She used to think, see, that anything touching her face was meant for eating so when we'd try tummy time she'd root at the floor until she was hopping mad—how dare it touch her face and not contain milk?!

Life's developing more zest for Zoë, though. There are ceiling fans! And a terrifying, yet interesting, big brother! And dancing toys! And mirrors with a baby just like her inside of them!

Yes, life is becoming magical, and tummy time is becoming less of a nuisance and more of an opportunity to explore the world from a different angle. So while Zoë might not be quite sure about this tummy time business, she's tolerating it.

Today she had plenty of entertainment. Benjamin insisted on showing her all his LEGO creations.

She graciously admired every single one of them.

We're going to have to be extra vigilant about LEGO pick up in the coming months. I'm kind of dreading it because it's always everywhere... Zoë will help us find every last stray piece, I'm sure.

Eventually Benjamin gave up on his LEGO showcase and decided he needed to have a little tête-à-tête with Zoë.

And that marked the end of tummy time.

Save me, Mommy!