We've been giving Kevin lots of "tummy time" lately. He's getting really good at pushing up on his arms and looking around. He's also pretty good at reaching out and grabbing things. For instance, when Daniel tries to feed him, Kevin wants to take the spoon from Daniel and whack himself in the head with it. We assume he's trying to get it into his mouth.
The problem with playing on the floor is that you never know when one of your big sisters are going to swoop down and shove their faces up close to yours, tickling you with their hair and squealing baby talk at you. That can be a bit startling. But worse than that is when your mommy lays you on her bed and picks up her stuffed doggies that sing Sonny and Cher's "I Got You, Babe" and pushes the play button only to discover that the batteries are almost dead and this horrible mutated dying voice says "I gooot yooouuu, Baaaaabe" in a loud mechanical roar. That's enough to make even the happiest baby scrunch up his face and cry as hard as he can. Yup, some days it's just rough being a baby.