I took John to the physical therapist today for his re-evaluation, thinking that it might well be the last time we ever had to go there. Au contraire. It seems Little Boy has gotten himself diagnosed with plagiocephaly (he has a permanent head flattening). Next Friday we have to go have his head measured and he has a month for it to improve on its own before they give him a nice little helmet to wear for approximately six months.
I have to say I'm disappointed, and not because I'm worried about John or his future health. We have good insurance and he will get the care and intervention that he needs. I just feed bad that we can't leave John alone to be the happy baby that he is. It's always a doctor's appointment or some kind of therapy. Surely, he wishes we would all leave him alone. Well, accept for the holding and giving him attention part which is becoming hard because Sam is so jealous.
Ugh. Luckily just one more hour until "gym time."