Will someone please explain to me the big deal with tummy time? The 'rents insist I engage in it every day, bribing me with mirrors, musical toys, etc. -- anything to make me push myself up and look around. I admit I didn't care for it much at first. Come to think of it, I screamed my head off the first few times Mommy put me on my belly. But it's getting easier and easier. This week, in fact, I actually managed to roll myself right over! You should have seen the look of shock on Mommy's face! Now Mommy and Daddy snap a safety harness around me every time I'm up on the changing table. What's up with that??
