Top Heavy.

I’m sure this is news to exactly no one, but Simone has a giant head. At her last pediatrician appointment, both her weight and height were nearing the 15th percentile, while her head was clearing the 75th. Now that she is walking, this is more noticeable than ever, and frankly I think it’s a miracle that she is able to remain upright while balancing that thing. At 19 months, she weighs 21 pounds, and has spindly little arms and shoulders, but atop them is the head of a 9-year-old. I am told that this is common, especially with preemies, who do their catch-up growth in stages. The head is first.

I have a larger post brewing, about a New York Times article that several of you were kind enough to send me. In fact, I’ve started and abandoned THREE entries on the subject so far. But I’m still mulling. I’m mulling, and mulling, and you’ll have to bear with me.

In the meantime, look at my nice baby, walking around and picking up that giant ball to throw to (at) me! Can you believe that two years ago tomorrow I was looking at her through a microscope?
Ball!

Shadow