Words For Wednesday…

In the September of 1994, following a long, humid Summer of dancing to All-4-One in our local hotspot at night and spending most of my parents’ hard earned money on new duvet covers, pots, pans, warm sweaters and a perm to rival Tina Turner by day, my family packed way more than the kitchen sink…

I’d never heard of plagiocephaly when I became a Momma for the first time.  Like most things with babies, and after seeing the shape of our Little Adventurer’s head when he finally made his way into the world after 4 days of labour, I imagined that some baby heads were just differently shaped at birth…