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The Tumbling Curious George Head
Baby Bug got the coolest present for her birthday. It’s a stuffed Curious George with a giant head. The cool part is that Curious George tumbles. When you watch him tumble, you think he’s battery operated but he’s not. The toy is just weighted in such a way that if you sit George up, his head is so heavy he falls forward and flips his legs up and over behind him. Does that make sense? I’m bummed because I can’t find a link to this toy anywhere and I don’t think I’m describing it properly. Maybe I should make a little movie. (127KB quicktime) Forgive the quality, it’s after hours and Baby Bug is asleep so I can’t make it cute or well lit. (sound added for effect)
Anyway, the reason I bring this up is because we went to the doctor today. As usual, Baby Bug weighed in below average. If I had a litter of children, she’d be my little runt baby. She’s not even in the fifth percentile anymore. She’s not even on the chart.
The good news is that she’s following her own curve in a very healthy manner. What can I say? We Ponnays always like to go our own way. The doctor said there is nothing to worry about except that her head is a bit gigantic. She didn’t say “gigantic” she just said it’s in the 100th percentile. To me Baby Bug looks perfectly normal but on paper she sizes up about like the tumbling Curious George.
The doctors said we’d only have to worry if her fontenelle was puffing up (a sign that there is fluid in her brain cavity) or her development is off. Thankfully, neither of those things are present. But to be on the super safe side, the doctor ordered an ultra-sound. If there is anything wrong it’s a lot easier to have an ultra-sound done now, while her fontenelle is not closed up, than later when it is closed and they’d have to do a CAT scan instead.
What does this mean to me? Nothing, I guess. I’m not terribly worried. I just keep thinking about Curious George. I wonder if Baby Bug will be able to do summersaults sooner than other kids?
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Meet Gumball
What a day. I feel like I got run over by a truck. I think I’m catching The Cold version 2.0. Why?!! This is sooo not cool. Stupid Park with all those sneezing kids.
I think today was a rough day because I’m on-fire-inspired to make pink kitty party stuff and my mind is not fully functioning on all the other tasks I need to do in a day.
I hauled Baby Bug with me all over town and out to lunch. A lunch out is fun for me but not necessarily 100% nutritious or fun for her. She can’t sit in her high chair for the seven million years that it takes for her to actually eat a full meal in a restaurant—mostly because I’m trapped there sitting next to her and I don’t have that much patience. Whereas at home, I can do other stuff while I wait for her—like wash the dishes and check my email. The other thing that makes restaurant lunches unproductive is that she’s taken to swiping her food off the table and onto the floor. This is such an annoying trick. I hear myself saying “no, baby no” over and over and I know I need to find a better way. My voice is just floating away in the breeze to never never land, never to be heard by anybody except the seething busboy who is hiding behind the flapping kitchen door cussing me out.
However, I think it’s good for Baby Bug to eat out. She needs to get used to it. I’ve been out with children before who never ate out and that was pure tortuous mayhem. I consider this training for both of us. I always leave a good tip on the table and I do the best job I can to scrape up all the spewed food from the floor in a five foot radius. This is tricky since usually by that time Baby Bug has no patience for sitting in the high chair any more and I have to hold her like a slimey food covered wiggling worm under one arm. Phew, just typing that makes me tired.
Anyway, I did find heat transfer paper and pillow stuffing and bells. I gave up on the squeaky toy idea. I’m going to put a little jingle bell inside instead. You can’t find squeaky squeeze balls anywhere… well, at least not where I looked and I didn’t really feel like paying $1.99 for dog toys. I need to remember that I did have a budget at one time. Wha? Budget? What’s that?
I’m dying to try the heat transfer paper tonight and whip up a sample pillow but my aching body says, no way Jose. So all you get is the digital file. Like the asterisk butt? I couldn’t resist.
g’night.
