Staplehead and Pancakehead

One kid has this craniocephalaplasiapancakeheaditis thing that makes her head look like a heavily used crayon on one side. Special padded helmet and cork on fork, here we come.

The other now has staples in her head from two kids' careless accident running into her in a water fountain.

If the head wounds and traumas don't stop, I'm becoming frightful that we'll end up with a University of Kentucky fan or an Alex Keaton among our little family.

At least I'm becoming an experienced enough parent that I was able to stand calmly in an emergency room covered in my child's blood. I did not take so well the seeing of the open wound and effectively her skull when they cleaned out the wound to staple it back shut.

Learning about Colic

Baby Audrey appears to have this colic thing we'd heard about. Before having children, I'd never dreamed that it would be hard work getting a baby to belch or fart. Oh how I've learned otherwise.

Today I even considered purchasing what appears to be the seminal text on Baby Fart Aerobics. We know Audrey will learn how to pass her gas with time. When she does, we'll all breathe a sigh of relief and I'll have many stories to embarrass potential suitors should she ever be foolish enough to date.

The upside is that, aside from her seemingly neverending fits of screaming when she gets the bubbles trapped inside her GI, she's an amazingly pleasant baby and smiles and laughs at pretty much the drop of a hat.