She Rests Her Giant Heed on Her Wee Pillah

When you have a kid going through a growth spurt the first thing you think in the morning when you see their smiling face hungrily gnawing on the side of their crib is, “Good lawd that’s one giant head!” as you are slowly pulled into their enormous noggin’s gravitational force.

That gigantic head has a life of it’s own: slamming into and splitting your delicate lips that are just trying to survive the winter, landing square on the bridge of your nose when you (and your language censor) least expect it, and colliding with floors/furniture/major appliances for no apparent reason.

And it only takes a few days of healthy head growth and sub-par hair sprouting until your precious baby goes from a baby skullet to this…

Good gah! She has a bad baby toupee!

As Boogie approaches the big second birthday, a milestone wherein the doctor will actually measure her head and give us an accurate idea of how it compares to normal heads her age, she now rests her giant heed on her wee pillah with a baby toupee that makes Gene Simmons’ toupee look convincing.

It’s a challenge having a baby with an ever increasing cranial circumference. What, with all the tugging that it takes to get her sweaters (all open in the back might I add) over her head each morning, and then prying them off her head each night. And having to constantly clear the air space when she gets to excited and that thing starts whipping around.

We’re just hoping that the rest of her body catches up before she starts looking to much like a Blythe doll, or before it turns into something like this…

(Also, I am tagging this post with big headed baby.)

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Music Is Everywhere

Boogie has recently began singing. A lot. I can probably claim responsibility because I have written a special song for everything in this household. In fact, she may be convinced she is one of the VonTrapp children minus all of that really uncomfortable Nazi stuff and the pitch pipe (…oh how we need a pitch pipe).

Since she is also becoming increasingly enamored of electronics, a love that started some time ago with licking outlets and hanging on floor lamps, it is nearly impossible to capture her musical styling on video. Instead of beautiful baby music all you would see is an extreme closeup of her mouth and incessantly running nasal cavities, maybe a few teeth, and sea-sickness inducing panning and swooping view of our home as I avoid her desperately clawing, sticky, pudgy fingers.

But never fear, there is an exact rendering of her vocal prowess that can be found right here on the interwebz. You need only close your eyes, press play and be magically transported to Chez Meiners and Boogie’s skillz…it’s like living here without the poopy diaper smell or having your white sweater smeared with tomato sauce.

taste teh awesome | melody