Wednesday, February 4, 2009
Hot to trot
Classic good news/bad news this week. Since everyone loves the good news, that's where we start: Hope had a whiz-bang, woowie-kazowie, tip-your-waiters-and-waitresses 50 percent Super Bowl, and not just because she won two squares and $10 in the pool.
It was after halftime. The commercials were blah as ever. We had bellies full of pig-in-a-blanket mini weenies and were looking for kicks. So was Hope. Literally. Laying on her back on a blanket, Hope began her windup: She flapped her warms, shook, shimmied, twisted, grunted and melodically kicked her leg four times on the blanket like she was cajoling a reluctant motorcycle.
Hope got the rhythm. The momentum followed. Like an uncorked, windup dervish, she heaved. Umph. One leg over. Hunka-hunka-oomph. Two legs over and presto! She was on her belly. We cheered like we cared who won the game. We returned her to her back, watched as she began her signature windup: Kicking her right foot four times, allowing the mojo to flow and -- thwump -- rolled over again.
She did it three times that night. Each time, the cheers grew louder. After 15 months and creeping ever-so-close, Hope had finally -- consciously -- rolled from her stomach to her back. We add the caveat because she's been rolling over in her sleep for weeks. But we figure that doesn't count for the Guinness Book unless she really wants it.
We're thrilled, of course, so much so that the bad news seems minor.
Our wood-paneled-dwelling, septuagenarian optometrist, Dr. Speakupsonny, reminded Mo that Hope will need glasses in the next six months or so. Since Hope already wears hearing aids, he thinks she should wear something durable. Something unobtrusive. Something plastic and multicolored.
They are known as the Mira Flex. They are billed as "flexible and safe." Here are beautiful models wearing the glasses whose instructions include tips such as "warm and shape according to need, compensate by overfolding. Make sure the temple is cool before placing on child's face."
Mo is mortified, insulted and practically speechless. One week later, she's still steamed.
"There's no way ... and I mean no way ... I'm putting our baby in Mr. Potato Head glasses."
Upon further review, I'm not sure she's that far off.
(Note: Dad is a dum-dum. An earlier version of this post said Hope had rolled from belly to back, which she's done for month for months. It was the back to the belly that made our zoom-zoom go boomity-boom)