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Jade was quite fond of the toy duck which she used to help Clark with during his visit. Seems it quacks out a song.

Xavier has developed a flat spot on the back of his head that progressively got more noticeable. After his six month visit, we we referred to Monroe Technologies for potential cranial remolding treatment. We had a consultation & turns out he was a candidate for a helmet that will give his skull a chance to round out. This condition is much more common now that every baby is supposed to sleep on their backs to help prevent SIDS. Xavier is a great sleeper & don't roll over just, keeps on lying on his back. That & all the time in the car seat, another flat, relatively hard surface for his skull to rest on. We agreed to the treatment & thankfully it was covered under insurance but we we going to treat him no matter what. This treatment will last two to six months depending on how he responds to the helmet. We figured what ever social embarrassment we have to put up with during this time is instantly out weighed by a lifetime of not having hats fit right or getting teased about a funny looking head. We are sharing the documentation of this experience for everyone to see what it like. The marvels of modern medical science...

A co-worker told me about a cross-stitch sampler she had when her daughters were little with the last two lines of this poem, by Ruth Hulbert Hamilton. Here's the full text.

Mother, oh Mother, come shake out your cloth
empty the dustpan, poison the moth,
hang out the washing and butter the bread,
sew on a button and make up a bed.
Where is the mother whose house is so shocking?
She's up in the nursery, blissfully rocking.

Oh, I've grown shiftless as Little Boy Blue
(lullaby, rockaby, lullaby loo).
Dishes are waiting and bills are past due
(pat-a-cake, darling, and peek, peekaboo).
The shopping's not done and there's nothing for stew
and out in the yard there's a hullabaloo
but I'm playing Kanga and this is my Roo
Look! Aren't her eyes the most wonderful hue?
(lullaby, rockaby, lullaby loo).

The cleaning and scrubbing will wait till tomorrow,
for children grow up, as I've learned to my sorrow.
So quiet down, cobwebs. Dust go to sleep.
I'm rocking my baby and babies don't keep.

For Sliders Sunday: I retouched a scratch off his nose ... and some of the morning crusties from around his eye. Should have looked at his eye before snapping the shot. And I slid in some text, which I rarely do. HSS!