Gosh, I still love this thing. I remember the first time I noticed the toys up there.

Tummy time is much more tolerable when you have a good book. Still, after all these weeks.

Grandma got me this awesome guitar.  I am, indeed, a rock star.

My new jumper is amaaaaazing.  I don’t jump yet.  But I love the toys.

I can sit here and spin this thing for an eternity.

Why should mom and dad give me REAL toys when they can just give me GARBAGE? (Just kiddin’, ma and pa!)

Nana sent me this play mat. Mom is using it as another excuse for tummy time!