We still haven’t heard about an appointment with the neurosurgeon yet; however, the results from Merrick’s CAT scan came back, and only one suture is fused together–the sagittal suture that runs up the middle of his head from front to back. That’s why the shape of his head is so long and oval-y, and that’s why we could feel that ridgeline for the longest time. (It’s actually a lot more smoothed out now, probably because it’s so nice and closed up.) I’ve read that the best time to have surgery done in this case is around 3 months of age; Merrick will be 8 weeks old tomorrow, so we are waiting on pins and needles to hear from the doctor as to when we can get him in.
And so that’s that.
Caleb’s birthday is Thursday. The only thing the man has asked for is an ice-cream cake, so By God, I’m going to find him the best damn ice-cream cake $15 can buy. The job hunt is still on. The possibilities up until recently haven’t seemed exactly acceptable or even legit, but things are starting to turn around. He’ll meet with a man next week about getting in with this new company–Caleb’s definitely got the edge on any competition he might have, so fingers crossed. Another waiting game.
Cheyenne is off to girl scout camp on Sunday. She’s got almost everything she needs–except maybe a bottle of bugspray and some shower shoes. This particular camp is a lot closer than the one she went to the year before last. I think she’s excited.
Mia has been her crazy little self. She is obsessed with junk food and sugar–if it’s in the house, she will hound me until she’s eaten it all. "Can I have a cookie? Just one?" and then, "Just one more?" She’s like her mommy that way.
The other night Caleb, Cheyenne and I watched "The Bucket List". Good movie. Made me cry. Made Caleb almost cry. Made Cheyenne laugh at us both. Whatever. Has anyone else seen it yet? How cold-hearted would you have to be not to at least tear up when Jack Nicholson "kisses the most beautiful girl in the world"?