I keep hypothesizing about Miles's future careers, but haven't had the opportunity to confer Felix with completely outlandish job and trade prospects...until now. (I figured, professional smiler isn't lucrative. Unless he is a "parts" model. That mouth is pretty photogenic.)
Move over Misty May-Treanor, there is a new Kinesio Kid on the block. (Hoping the masses get the association. If not, Google Misty and kinesio tape.)
Okay, so I panicked about the tort-collar and helmet that could be implied with Felix's torticollis...but I didn't know kinesio tape was an option!
The truth is, I'm not that bothered by the tape. Luckily, Felix isn't, either. It's meant to facilitate the loose muscles on the right side of his neck, so for the next two weeks, we slap some specially cute kinesio tape onto him.
Miles continues to throw us for professional loops, and childcare sent me some great pics. Here he is testing out the "fireman fashionista" career. Hey, at least he is learning how to accessorize. Not sure the purse and hat "go" but I'm calling it avant garde. By the looks of his face, I'm sensing he won't be a fireman. At least not one that regularly shops at Nordstroms.
Finally, Felix and I are playing hookey as he heal from an ear infection, exacerbated by his top 2 teeth cutting. He's actually interested in a pacifier--as a chew toy. It's that or my chin. Temperatures of 102, swollen gums and lack of sleep make for a fussy baby.
At least he's cute...and totally loveable.