Bravo, Big Chief!

Adam hates "tummy time" to the point where he cries and throws up. He rarely cries. Wish I could say the same for the latter.

I've grown increasingly worried about this as I know that if he never is on his tummy, he won't crawl. If he doesn't crawl, he wont' walk. If he doesn't walk, I will have to carry him FOREVER. I imagine my darling baby boy as a 21 year old, still shoved into his car carrier. Except the car carrier looks more like a wheelbarrow.

Okay, so I know that isn't true.

Rolling over and crawling are major milestones. I would prefer that he do both. Soon.

I have resisted the urge to Google for advice because I don't want to see words like "developmentally delayed."

My pediatrician told me I have nothing to worry about.

I'm going with that.

But tonight, success! No crying. No vomit. From either of us.

As his African Grandma would say, "Bravo, Big Chief! Bravo!"