I'll admit it, I'm the worst at doing tummy time with Sam. And the reason for that is because of the spit-up. Tummy time means there will definitely be a lot of spit-up. Which then means I will either be cleaning the rug or washing the blanket he is on, which ultimately that means Sam doesn't get a lot of tummy time.
The above pics were snapped while Poppy and Lola were still napping and Sam and I were enjoying some one-on-one time together.
Then at 3:00 every day, the mailman drops off the mail, and Lola wakes up and starts barking, which then wakes Poppy up. Every day.
Speaking of one-on-one time, I really miss being able to spend time with just me and Poppy. When I was pregnant, I spent a lot of time worrying about Poppy and how she would adjust to having to share me and Marc and how she would deal with not being the only child anymore. Well she could care less, she never even missed a beat in that department. Ironically it's been me that sometimes has a hard time with "sharing my time". So yesterday I had grandma come over to watch Sam while Poppy and I went to the movies together, just us girls. We went to the cheapo theater to see Toy Story 3. I know, I know, we're the last people in the world to see this movie. I can't get over how good it was! Seriously! And the baby doll reminded me of Sam. Cracks me up just thinking about how much it reminded me of Sam.