(If you're into that kind of thing, you can imagine a drum roll noise *here*)
My son's fontanel is shrinking!
(For all you laymen out there, fontanel is a soft spot.)
(For all you people without children out there, a soft spot is the area on the kid's head where there's no skull...just skin, then brain.)
(For all you zombies out there, this is easy access.)
But, really, of all the things that stress me out as a mother of young children, this was high on the list. My first's wasn't quite as noticeable*, but T9 has quite a noggin, and a hole in his skull to match. It's been rough. Not only did Plus One like to push on it, but even when things were still and peaceful, I'd look over at the damn thing and suddenly I was in an Edgar Allan Poe story. I swear to you, the spot would start throbbing as soon as I'd eyeball it. I mean, this is "medically normal" or whatever (according to WebMD) but it's not "normal normal" (according to me).
Don't believe me? Check out this picture:
Do you see it? Do you see the DIP?! Poor kid. I contemplated suiting him with a helmet of sorts, but evidently they don't make helmets for babies. I guess they don't ride bicycles much.
Anyway, T9, I'm proud of you, my little bone generator! Way to close the gap! HA! No, really, this kid is awesome. And now his head matches the rest of him:
*Though, when he developed some mild "cradle crap" at about 2 months, my husband and I thought the odor coming from the spot right over his fontanel might, in fact, be the scent of his brain. We may have even suggested this to the doctor. He loves