The Undiscovered Country

I need a license for this

I'm a terrible mom. Just terrible. Some have suggested people should get a license before they can have kids. Yep. I'm one. In fact, I'm the example to use why parenting licenses are a must.

So what am I doing that's so awful?

I'm torturing my son. That's right. I make him cry and get all snot-slobber-faced. At least once a day.

I could blame it on what everyone tells me: Babies need time on their belly since they spend most of it on their backs.

The problem is Thomas hates it. I figured out it's because he's a watcher. When he's on his back, sitting or standing up (with help, but he's getting stronger every day), he can see everything. On his belly, his field of vision is less than two feet vertical, and 180 degrees horizontal.

Plus his head is heavy. It would be like you and I trying to lug around a thirty pound head (13.6 kg for those across the pond).

No wonder after only two-three minutes he gets pissed. Still, the more I put him there, the better he does. He holds up his head at longer intervals, and he's starting to scoot. He also can almost roll over. He just hasn't figured out how to push hard enough past his shoulders.

Until then I will continue torturing my son.

Told you I was a terrible mom.

To prove it here's a picture I took of him on his belly yesterday:



Doesn't he look miserable, a tortured soul?

Note: I took this right after I rolled him onto his belly. It looks like he's starting to enjoy belly time - for a while until he can't hold up his head any longer. Three minutes later, you would definitely think I was torturing him. He seemed to think so anyway (Okay, I admit it. So did I).

I know what you're thinking: Welcome to parenthood. This is but the beginning of making my little one do what he doesn't want to do - yelling, crying and temper tantrums notwithstanding.