Boot Camp

Today was Day 2 of my SIDS-avoidance training.
Mom invented it (she may have been a little spooked by something she read on the American Academy of Pediatrics website).
She puts me on my belly on the baby mat and makes me turn my head from side to side by talking to me from different parts of the room. All that head-lifting is giving me a strong neck!
When I'm lying on her tummy, she hlds my hands so I can do baby-pushups, and lets me push off of her legs with my feet to crawl upward.
And every time we're on the diaper table, she puts a little flat plushy cloth doll over my face and makes me thrash around until I either get it off, or get frustrated enough to start crying. It sounds like torture, but I actually enjoy it -- if I'm being fussy it makes me stop crying whyle I concentrate on trying to get it off. I'm getting better, too -- I've grabbed hold of it a couple of times, and have succeeded in knocking it off of my face enough to stare at the picture on the wall next to me. I think I impressed her today with all the back-arching and leg-kicking I did, too -- she's been religiously strapping me to the diaper table whenever she has to turn around.