The mercator map?

He is learning that he likes the mirror, little narcissist.

Adorable!

At this point, I feel like rescinding the trip, but it would also punish those who did what they were supposed to do. OTOH, I hate for them to think that they can get away with this shit.

I definitely wouldn't rescind, unless you had explicitly connected homework/trip previously. Are these older high school/college kids? If so, I would probably approach them directly with the problem (with the intention being to make them aware of potential consequences of their actions and prevent future slacking).

I think it's because babies have the goldfish like memories. He glances away from the mirror for a second and then looks back and makes this face like, "OH! It's you! How did you get here?"

DH is making me late for my eyebrow waxing/haircut appointment. He should have been home 10 minutes ago. If he's much later, there will be badness.

He is learning that he likes the mirror, little narcissist.

Heehee.

My friend's daughter hated tummy time forever, Burrell. I don't think she got over her rage at finding herself on her belly until she was capable of flipping herself onto her back. She'd turn tomato red, her wee little face would squinch all up and after building a proper head of steam, she'd blow. Unfortunately, there were several weeks where she could flip back to front, but not the reverse. They were very long weeks.

I learned the mercator map from West Wing!

Here is an article about "The Real Dr. House". Apparently one of the cases he solved was a young man with persistent migraines. Turned out he had mercury poisoning. Another case is a woman who was poisoned by the soil her house was built on. Man.

But my nurse would say, sara, that if she had done her tummy time, she would have been able to flip at will. Poor noodle.

Noah loves it. I think most of his non-relaxed pissed at the world time is spent on his tummy because when he cranks I pick him and put him on my chest and his tummy. Not really what the nurse meant, but oh well.

The goal is 40 minutes of it a day, in 10 minute intervals. Dude. That's like most of his awake time!

She may have, I don't know. I just know she was furious about it.

I must admit, now that that phase is long, long past and she's a well adjusted second grader? Remembering that teeny thing turning on all that fury? It's kinda funny.