and yes, that is my kid face-planted on his mat, compliments of the exhausting efforts of Tummy Time.  I’ve already gotten up 10 times to turn his face to the left or right, but he keeps moving it to a full on make-out session with the printed monkey.

Also, please note the canine passed out on the couch.  At least she kept her legs crossed like a lady.

OH MY GOD, BLAIR.  YOU LET YOUR CHILD SLEEP ON HIS STOMACH?!  meh.  I don’t mind him sleeping on his tummy for naps.  I keep an eye on him.  But the nose-first thing is a little too living-on-the-edge for my taste. ::blair sighs, gets up, & attempts #11 to move his face::