Babies and Chiropractic: Watch Me Get Adjusted!

I think I've mentioned before that Daddy Dude is a chiropractor. And sometimes when we suggest to other Monkey Baby parents that they take their spawn to a chiro, people act like we've suggested they sacrifice a goat over their kid (do you like that? goat? kid? get it?). Speaking of goats, I met some really funny ones last week.

Back to chiropractic and Monkey Babies. It probably does seem wacky if you don't know how it's done. People are all like, "Oh no, my baby is too little to be cracked."

Here's the deal. I am not an egg. I mean, I guess I was at one time, but then I got fertilized. That turned me into an embryo, right? I'm not so good at biology. Then I became a fetus and then a Monkey Baby.

So since I'm no longer an egg, it would be inappropriate to crack me.

Did you know that babies who have regular chiro care often have fewer ear infections, less colic and are generally more attractive? OK, I made up that last one. Well I didn't completely make it up, but I just don't have any studies at the moment to back up my claim.

Just for you, I decided to go undercover as a patient at DD's practice. I always get adjusted before I fly so that my ears don't get all freaky deaky on the plane. I do get kind of ticked because I HATE being held still. I'm a Monkey on the Move!

I wore my unisex pants in hopes of being incognito, but I think DD still recognized me.

BTW...I'm a much better patient than Mommy Chick, who is completely embarrassing. She shrieks things like, "This is worse than labor," and "You are killing me."

So don't be fooled. She's running the camera, giggling at me all smug, like she just loves to get adjusted. It's an act, I tell you.

I'm going for a cranial-sacral tune up on Friday. I'll tell you about that next week.

Don't worry. I'll get back to fashion and fun products tomorrow. I'm not going to go all crazy-educational on you. That's what Elmo is for.