As many of you know, this was a big day for us. The Whitney Clinic is like the Super Bowl for preemies and we ruled the house. We met with a neurologist, developmental specialist and a couple nurses to evaluate our “performance” to date, and they couldn’t stop talking about how great, cool, charming and good looking we are. Ok, ok… mom says I need to stop bragging, but it was a pretty cool feeling to get to show off for these people and have them appreciate the complexity of every little thing we do as babies (we really are a complex species).

The best part was when the neuroligist measured my head and immediately asked dad to take his hat off. After measuring dad, it was confirmed that the “macrocephaly” (AKA Big Head) that Quinn and I have is familial… and in this case, very much on the paternal side.

So, other than a couple cases of “the big head,” Quinn and I have been diagnosed as PERFECT. We’ll continue to work with mom and dad on our exercises to make sure we stay on track, but we’re feeling pretty darn good about right now.

Cooper