Our Resident Expert in All Things Rolling, Culinary and Fashion

Yes, yes it's true. Anika has at long last liberated herself from her tyrannical parents' favorite form of torture: tummy time. Here's how:


Step One: Extend right arm and grunt.


Step Two: Cock head, flail left arm and leg. Wiggle fingers and await results.


Step Three: Success! Beam with pride, drool a little and resume work on that bald spot.

Anika is now efficient enough that she's rendered tummy time impossible. However, she's beginning to roll from her back to her side, so hopefully she will soon choose to be on her stomach.

In other news, our explorations in all things edible continue. Here's Anika enthusiastically modeling the high chair I neglected to highlight in my previous post.


Her enthusiasm quickly waned, however, when she discovered that not everything tastes like breastmilk. In this case: Mom's homemade applesauce. So cruel! Anika's second real food, sweet potatoes (mixed with milk), was more of a hit. Mildly.


And in case y'all were wondering: though the competition is steep, we ARE the proud parents of one of Brooklyn's most fashionable infants. Here's evidence:



Since so many of her belongings originated in China, I thought, "What the hell, why not embrace one's alliances?"


Uh oh, duty calls...