2005-02-16 - 6:46 a.m.
I've got way too many thoughts running through my head this morning to make sense of any individual idea. I feel like I want to write though, so I'm just going to start and we'll see what happens. I'm also very tired and I am augmenting my waking state with coffee, in an effort to keep my forehead from impacting the horizontal desk-surface. I think there is going to be a serious problem though, because I have a huge cranium and the desk seems like a high-powered magnet this morning. Oh, by the way, I'm Irish.
Irish = huge cranium
It's kind of like my son's head and the walls in our military housing unit in Germany (huh?). So you can get an idea - hospitals like to measure everything on a kid until they're about a year old. Well, almost everything. They have these averaging scales that they use to conveniently categorize your child by percentiles, measuring their assets (?) against those of every other child in existence. My son's head measures(ed) in the 110% percentile - normal children are in the 50s somewhere.
Anyway, after he started learning to walk he began experiencing this odd phenomena wherein his head would be unexplainably drawn toward walls. He'd be jumping on the bed all happily when suddenly his head would jerk to one side and go flying toward the closest wall. It was as if someone turned on this huge skull magnet and WHACK! His head would impact the wall with a resounding thud and of course the screaming, tears, and blood-flow would follow.
Thankfully he has learned to (mostly) control the noggin now; it stays carefully balanced atop his frail boy-neck. I shaved off all his hair to help keep the weight down and it seems to be working well.
O.k., so...now I have to try and think of something to write about...think...think...think...
