Droooooler...

Hallelujah!!

I can't stop saying it enough! Jack is enjoying tummy time! (and drooling while he's at it!) The other day I walked into the room and he had rolled over, had his ankles crossed in the air above his toosh and was craning his head back to watch TV. He looked like a little 4 year old watching cartoons (too bad it was America's Most Wanted) I immediately rolled him onto his back and turned him away from the screen. Jack was not happy after I did that.

Jack is being Jack. Friday he decided to hate his car seat. So, what Lindsay and I thought was going to be a peaceful errand to Hobby Lobby and dinner turned into an all out tantrum every time Jack sat in his seat. I am talking uncontrollable sobs - or screams for that matter. He couldn't even catch his breath. The minute you unbuckled his belt and pulled him out - silence and a smile. Little brat. (and I say that with a smile, of course)