Eva has her tummy time, everyday and is getting better and better at it.

But after just a few minutes she poops out!

And then it's a face plant on the floor with a high shriek of crying...

I wish I could do that for my "tummy time". But instead I have to eat this...

A nice, cold glass of
pasteurized egg whites. Oh I hate this part of post-baby blues. When is my "tummy time" going to end????
1 comment:
that is so gross, ev. cook'em! they are so much better that way!
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