Look out, he's mobile.... -ish...

So, yesterday I placed Noah on his belly for his regimented daily "tummy time." Noah is not a big fan of tummy time, and began his usual whiny protest. I went into the kitchen to do some dishes and came out a few minutes later. Noah had been place in the middle of the gym mat with his head on the sun and his feet pointing down. So, he wiggled himself about 90 degrees to the right and then down the mat. It was pretty good! And it was a reminder that I need to vacuum more, as the kid came up with a face full of dog hair and such, poor guy!