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?

The Non-Haircut

I only get my hair cut when my out-of-town friend comes to town. She knows I’m horrible at getting these things done so she insists upon it. It’s great. She just needs to come to town more often. It’s only been since July.

But guess what? The hairdresser wouldn’t cut my hair! All that shaggyness and she would not cut it! Why? Because “I want to grow it out.” My famous last words. I love my hair dresser. She tells me like it is. She could have chopped my hair this way and that but she told me I wouldn’t be happy. I’m a mom and I need to be able to put my hair back. So unless I’m going to chop it super short, there’s no point in cutting layers that will only be just as wavy and frizzy as what I have now. She trimmed the back and styled it fancy like a movie star but other than that she didn’t do much. But in a way she did a lot because now I don’t have to wait another six months for those layers I wanted to grow out. I’m happy with my non-haircut. I just needed an expert to tell me my hair is fine the way it is. Except somebody needs to stop me when I put it in that horrible rooster tail bun on top of my head.

My hairdresser is growing her hair out too so we commiserated over how much we hate our giant long bangs that always flop into our face and irritate our eyes. There is no easy way to get through the “growing it out” stage. You can clip it back or just suck it up and deal with it. For now we’re both dealing with it. It’s silly really because as soon as I get my hair nice and long, I know I’m just going to chop it all off again. I like change.

I also included some pictures of cupcakes from Sprinkles, cause I’m mean and I want you to drool all over your keyboard. But you gotta take out-of-town friends to Sprinkles. It’s mandatory!