I LOVE this age! The crying-all-the-time phase is over, they can't crawl yet, and it's before the tantrums begin. I was looking at my sweet little boy yesterday and he's getting so big. I seriously almost started crying. Hunter is going to be our last and the thought of him not being my little baby just makes me so sad. I know they have to grow up, and I do love each phase of their lives...but he's just so sweet right now! Granted, "sweet" isn't how I would describe him at this precise moment, him teething and all (I saw a top tooth this morning!)...but most of the time he is all smiles and loves to flirt. He is so ticklish and any time you need a smile to lift your spirits all you have to do is tickle his tiny feet and you'll get the biggest smile and giggle to melt your heart.
Hunter was a big boy when he was born (8lbs, 9 oz..15.5" head) and I...well, I am not. And while I didn't provide much room for growth..he grew and grew nonetheless. Due to the cramped living conditions he was stuck in one position making it so his neck and jaw didn't develop correctly. Well, now my poor boy has to do physical therapy once a week (which insurance doesn't cover) and he might have to where a "power helmet" (as my friend so affectionaly calls it) to help reshape his head. The doctor said he was in the grey zone...he doesn't need it, but he could benefit from it. They are by no means cheap (nearly 4 G's) and I've heard many things suggesting that his head shape will fix itself...but I don't know what to do! What if it doesn't!? I want all of your thoughts and what you would seriously do if you were in my shoes.