Yesterday I had Blake dressed in a sleeveless one-piece romper which is borderline trailer park anyway, but then I decided to try to do his hair. You guessed it, in a mohawk. That pushed him right over the line straight into white trash-ville. It was actually pretty cute, but totally trashy.
Today he saw a speech therapist and a physical therapist (we were able to get a full evaluation because he was a preemie) and both commented on how busy and social he is. Good for a baby, I suppose, but won't be great when he's in school. I'm sure I'll be getting many calls home from his teachers.
Anyway, he seems to be on track for a 12-month old, which is his adjusted age since he was 6 weeks early. He is a little ahead on some things, which is good, so I guess I don't need to worry too much anymore. I did get them to show me some exercises for him, both verbally and physically, so I can help him do the most he can.
