Eli is not a big fan of being on his tummy.
I can hardly blame him. It usually means instant spit-up.
But he still needs to strengthen those neck muscles so I torture him with a little time on his belly each day. Here's how it usually goes...
"Hi mom. This isn't so bad after all."
"I might even smile at you. Or try to reach this paci."
"Hold on a sec!! I'm on my tummy! I don't like being on my tummy!"
(Indecipherable crying... face buried into the floor)