Welcome back to the best day of the week...or not. The D family had a fun, but too short, weekend as usual. Saturday we spent the day playing and cleaning. M.D. was the happiest baby on the block...no, for real, he was...and when he was napping Steven & I were doing 2700 loads of laundry, cleaning carpets, etc, etc, etc. We had lots of tummy-time on Saturday with M.D. We are working on him spending as much time as possible on his tummy (or at least NOT on his back) as we are trying to correct his flat spot on the back of his head.
When he was first born we were in the hospital and one of the nurses came into our room to talk about the distinct possibility that M.D. would get a flat head (smart people call it Plagiocephaly). Apparently, M.D. was born with some marks against him in terms of being at higher risk for getting a flat spot on his head. 1) He was born a few weeks early at 38 weeks gestation. 2) He's a boy...apparently that's a risk factor? 3) He has one of the biggest heads the world has ever seen.
M.D. was born with the biggest roundest head ever...but slowly it has formed a flat spot on the back. I think there's a lot of stereotypes out there that all babies who get flat spots get them because their parents are lazy and just let their kid lay on their back all day and ignore them. I'd like to say, for the record, that is not always the case. Sometimes it is. For M.D. it was not. BUT he inevitably did form that flat spot on the back of his head. Our doctor says he does not need a helmet to correct the issue because it's not very severe and everything is still symmetrical (apparently some babies get flat spots on the sides of their heads and then one ear is higher than the other??)
M.D. also has hated tummy time since he came out of the womb. We have the video evidence to prove it. I wouldn't even get him on his tummy yet and the screaming would start. He knew what was coming. Now he does A LOT better so we try to do it as much as possible. He's at the stage now where he wants to be able to crawl, but he can't, so after spending 15-20 mins on his tummy he will start to fuss because he's not getting anywhere. I could imagine that would be very frusturating.
So we spent a large chunk of his wake hours on Saturday on our tummies. Well, him on his tummy, me on my back....I can see him better that way. Here are some of our photos from the weekend:

After realizing what we were doing, our diva dog Mila decided to join in on the fun.

They're pretty much best buddies :) It's actually really cute.
Here he is about to roll over...yes, we've started accomplishing that task now. But only tummy-to-back...watching him try to flip over from back to tummy is like watching a fish out of water...trying to get back into the water...and struggling...really badly... :) I can't help but laugh, even though it's mean!

Time to get back to the grind. More later... :)