Beautiful Boy

Riley had his third craniosacral treatment today and he did so good. He was worked on by a student of his normal therapist and Riley just gazed at him and talked and sang. It was so precious, I was so proud. It's such an improvement. We were even able to go out to dinner afterwards and we all got to sit down together, for the most part, instead of one of us walking his fussy butt around the whole time. I still had to get up a couple times, but he was easy about it.

I'm not attributing the shift in his demeanor entirely to the treatments, but I know that they are helping. I have really noticed a shift in Riley in the last few days. Even my mom made the comment that he looks like a little boy now. Uh, yeah, he is a boy, I said. But she meant that he is transitioning from baby to boy; that he's really coming into his body and he is a lot more present. His normal therapist acknowledged that today as well.

There was another baby there today, a little girl. She was so small I though for sure she was only a few weeks old, but she's nine weeks. Riley is ten weeks and twice her size. His doctor says that he is off the charts in his growth. He currently weighs 14 pounds and is 25 inches long. He doesn't look big to me because he is proportionate, but when you put him next to another baby that's the same age, he looks huge. He does have a lot of height in his family. Neil is 6' and my dad is 6'1". I think my dad's hoping for a basketball player. I'm just hoping that he's not lanky and awkward.

Anyhow, it was a really good day. My boy is so beautiful.

Love,
Aislinn