I’m obsessed with my boy’s noggin. As you know, Bubba wears a Hanger cranial band to help get rid of a flat spot he developed from laziness preferring to sleep with his head to one side. As you also know, he wears this thing twenty-three hours a day, so during that one blissful hour, I’m obsessed, infatuated even, with his noggin. I check it for red marks, which I’m supposed to do; I’m not being neurotic. I rub his hair, which is slowly, slowly growing. I kiss every square inch. I am so intimately acquainted with the kid’s noggin, it might as well be mine.
So…today we went for Bubba’s second set of measurements since he’s been wearing this thing. Here’s all you have to know: He started out with a 13 mm difference, then went to 8 mm after only two weeks of full-time wearing. Hubby and I took our best guesses at what we thought the number would be today. And I’m a little disappointed we didn’t actually wager anything. Yeah, that’d be because I was right. Bubba is now at 6 mm! This is awesome news! (In case you haven’t figured it out because your logical reasoning ability isn’t quite functioning properly, a zero is perfect, but pretty much unattainable as far as we’ve heard.) Do I know this noggin or what? Love it.
I know he’s not done with this “band” yet, but I think it’s time for a little before-and-after showing off. Here’s Bubba’s noggin before he started full-time wearing:
Here’s the noggin now:
Pretty freakin’ awesome, right? Man, I need to get out more.