March Madness

We love basketball, but this title refers to the craziness that has been the past few weeks since I last posted. Our little man has made it to the Sweet 16...weeks, that is. At his doctor's appointment today he had a head circumference of 42 cm, he was 24 inches long, and weighed in at 12 lbs and 6 oz. He has officially more than doubled his birth weight.

Dylan chatting

The first week of March is 7 days I am glad are over. Autrey spent 4 days in Dallas because he had a few job interviews (yay!) and I did the whole working-single-mom thing. To add a level of difficulty I was at school from 8am-9pm on Thursday because of Parent Teacher Conferences. Most years these nights are long but pleasant. This year, not so much. It was brutal. (Some of the parents were upset about me being gone so long because of how the substitute situation was handled.) You know it's going to be rough when a couple of your conferences have to be chaperoned by the principal, assistant principal, guidance counselor, ESL teacher, and/or reading specialist. All of them were needed for reinforcement for one particularly challenging set of parents who manipulated the system so they could have their son skip 1st grade and are so mad he doesn't qualify for the 2nd grade gifted program. ARGH!! I had to sit through the entire night fighting mastitis symptoms that had started at the beginning of the week. I felt so horrible I had to take 2 sick days to recover. Stress and lack of sleep are killing me. I truly love teaching, but I can't tell you how glad I am there are only 48 school days left to juggle everything. I know I'm whining, but I this is a way for me to vent and release some of my frustration. This is my journal and I am not going to candy coat how I am really feeling. Some day I will look back at this and laugh. Right now I just want to stay home with Dylan. I feel like I'm not being a good mom because I'm gone all day, then I come home exhausted with just enough time to get us both ready for bed and sleep a few hours before the cycle starts again. Basically, my life is like the movie Groundhog Day.

Ahh, I feel much better now.

In other news, I noticed Dylan is able to reach for toys and hold onto them for long periods of time. Enjoy the additional pictures and videos. They are your reward for enduring my little tantrum.

Holding onto his rattle and shaking it

More talking

Reaching and grabbing onto the lady bug antennae