The Helmet and the less Flat

As most of you may know and can see from the pictures all through our little blog here, the Little M. wears a helmet. Not for her protection, although it does help, but for a condition that she has called Plagiocephaly. That means she has a flat head!

See The Helmet and the flat

Well, she had an appointment with the flat head specialist today and IT'S WORKING!!!! She had a three millimeter correction from her last visit! Now I know that doesn't sound like a lot but it's clear to us and the guy who gets paid for his opinion that things are looking much better. He recommends one more month which will make a total of four months as opposed to the three we had hoped for. One more months' not so bad and I will be very happy to see that thing go.

But I have my fears...

First is the protection issue, that girl is afraid of nothing! The thing really helps against the plops and tumbles and face plants. The hope is that in another month she will be a little more stable on the earth. Probably not.

Now here is the craziest thing; We take the helmet off for about an hour every night and wash it and bath her right before bed. The other night we are playing in her room and I hand her the helmet and she looks at me, back at the helmet and then tries to put it on.

I am not sure why this simple act moves me so much, and I mean I am moved. Dumbfounded again by the Little m. Is it because this is the first act of her doing something effectively for herself? Is it her trying to do something she thinks I want her too? Or has she just become so attached to that dammed thing that she wanted it back on?

Perhaps I read too much into things, I think differently because she's our baby...?

When people hear your expecting a lot will say "Oh having a baby changes everything!" My initial reaction is "Duh I am not an idiot of course it changes everything. Geeez" Of course I just smile and thank them. The kicker friends is this...

Having a baby changes everything.

Puppy Love

Oh the adventure continues and the good days are outnumbering the difficult ones. Even though I literally have to pin the Little M. down to change her diaper and the most fascinating things in the entire house are the electrical outlets and the oh so clean dog bed. Not to mention our 130 pound grumpy old woman --No not Trixie, but Melle! It would seem as though Melle only mildly tolerates the newest edition to her bed. Despite the numerous attempts by the little m. to make her presence known said beast has yet to offer up her slobberly affection. Only time will tell and neither of them are lacking in persistence!

Add two top teeth with out a fuss, grump or cry!

Add grilled cheese, mak n cheese, gram crackers and wood chips. Yes, wood chips her favorite snack while playing at the local school s jungle gym. Lets just hope their rich in fiber.

Add that she is on the very brink of standing on her own and quite possible unleashing her little fat baby legs on dogs everywhere. It's amazing to see the transformation and the leaps she is taking toward becoming.

I won't say she spoke her first word but I will say she is starting to imitate sounds. When she falls which she does quite frequently I usually say "PLOP!" Well she fell and I said "plop" she looked at me and said "blop" and then scampered away saying "blopablopablopablop," leaving daddy not knowing whether to laugh, cry or both! Who could have guessed that an onomatopoeia could make a grown man weak in the knees.

We have our first big family trip planned for next week, out to cali for my big sister cali's wedding. I have no idea how we are going to manage the flight out there and then the time change for a week. We will find a way, it's what we do. Find a way.

Forgive my rant...

I have seen a lot of conflict in my life, sometimes very violent and life changing. So, I tend to avoid it until it is absolutely necessary, frankly I often adopt a "go along to get along" mentality to steer clear of said conflict. This blog in and of itself has a sole purpose of being a baby blog and not a forum for me to discuss politics, war and pop culture.

That being said I intend to break some of those rules in this entry.

America is broken and I am afraid. My heart hurts for my daughter and the men and woman who have fallen for our stars and stripes. OUR stars and stripes.

We The People.

We need change and we need a plan and we need to execute that plan. We need to hold ourselves accountable as well as our leaders. This is not a popularity contest or a talent show it's a hail Mary pass hoping the guy that catches the ball can lead us out of the darkness and into the open. For God's sake vote, vote with your heart and your mind.

Because my daughter deserves the America that I love.

I have seen America from the wreckage of the World Trade center, America hung its colors from their windows and doors and on their front lawn. They sang from their steps and they believed. We need to stop blaming and start believing.

Great fine it's all Bush's fault. He caused terrorism and bank greed, he caused the medias frenzied parasitic sensationalism, he may have even killed Nicole Simpson.... fine but now what.....

I can't turn on the television without hearing the same story three different ways the government may be lying to us but so are our televisions. So are our candidates.

Look I don't have an answer, my heart says McKayne but my head says Ohbahmah. I have this.... Vote Vote vote vote. Because We are the people, it's our flag it's our country and we have to hand it to my daughter.

We made this...

Dial-Up drama, please stay tuned for an update, for now here she is! -- In case you forgot how cute she is without the helmet.