This morning, I again got to enjoy an early -- but not too early -- 3 miler.
Jerry was home this morning because we had a dr. appointment with Caleb, so I went out for my run at about 6:45, and it really does feel like perfect timing: Temps are manageable (aside from the incredible humidity), sun is rising but not risen and it's nice to not have the sun on me without having to run in the dark; plus, it still gets done early. It'd be great if Jerry didn't leave for work until 8 am because I could do this everyday, but alas, he leaves at 7.
And Scooter would make a poor babysitter.
Anyhoo, in other news, Caleb had his 3 month check up this morning. He grew an inch, 25 inches now (75th percentile), and gained a little more than a pound, 14 lbs, 6 oz (60th percentile). He's growing and developing just fine, but there's still concern over that dang flat spot. He had his skull x-rays on Saturday, and goes back to the specialist in a few weeks, and he's going to be starting PT soon. Aside from those measures, we just have to continue to minimize his time on his back.
I know we're doing all that we can to help his head even out, but I can't help but feel some anxiety over his head shape. And every time I have to put him in his bouncy chair, or lay him down on the floor or in his crib (we can't hold him ALL the time!), I feel guilty -- like I'm just flattening his head out further. It sucks too because he loves those places. When I put him in his bouncy chair, he's like, "Heck yeah! I love bouncing this thing and grabbing these swinging animals that are in my face!" In contrast, when we put him on his tummy or in his Bumbo chair, he's more like, "F you, Mom. F you!"
Oh well, I'm still crossing my fingers that it will even out as he grows, and in time, I can look back and think, "Eh, what was I worried about?"