Cutest flat-headed baby ever

Hey everyone! Sorry it's been so long since my last update. I'd love to post more if I could find the time. You see my new job's a hassle and the kid's got the flu, but it's been sure nice writing for you, blog. It's been sure nice writing for you.

Actually, Bailey doesn't have the flu. She has a cold, a flat head, and she's in the 97th percentile in height. But no flu. I just really wanted to cram a Cats in the Cradle quote into this post...so there ya go.

Bailey had her four month Doctor's appointment yesterday, where she went through another series of shots. I wasn't able to be there because I had to work, but thankfully my wonderful mother-in-law was able to make the trip with Kristin. It's so hard to see little Bailey cry when she is in pain, like that time we tried to make Bailey's Irish Stew in the crockpot (see left).

As you can kind of see in the photo on the right, the back of Bailey's head isn't as round as we'd like it to be. It's kind of covered-up by her beautiful hair, but right now her head is kind of like a pretty little cantelope that was dropped in the floor in the supermarket. The doctor remarked that her "flat head syndome" would require us to see a neurologist in Boston. That should be a wicked fun time. There is a slight chance our cutest baby ever may have to be the cutest baby ever who has to wear a helmet for 23 hours a day. They only do this in severe cases, so we're hoping for the best. Apparantly "flat head syndrome" has risen dramatically since "they" decided all babies should sleep on their back to avoid SIDS. So we gave our baby a flat head by doing the right thing. Figures. She'll be gorgeous no matter what.

So we move into our new place on November 1st. This will be great for my commute and great for us to feel "settled-in". But we're really going to miss all the help we get from my Mom and Dad (Tom and Saint Catherine Regan). We've been eating like kings and we've got two amazing live-in helpers ready to lend a hand whenever we're ready to jump out a window (which is quite often for Kristin given her very limited interaction with human beings that can talk). It's been so awesome - I just don't know what it will be like without my Mom feeding her at 10PM and my Dad making-up crazy songs to keep her entertained every day after work. Oh well, maybe we'll just plop her down in front of the TV and let the good people at Sesame Street raise her. They seem to know what they're doing.