An update...

Testing is over, thank goodness. Now I get to teach.

It's Spring, the pollen is flyin', and I'm sneezin'. My head has been fighting its yearly sinus battle.

We went and had pictures taken today. Mark was his normal, charming self. However, sit still? Pose? Ha! He saw toys, and toys must be strewn about. So, my son went and ran the hallway. Luckily, our photographer was good at the candids. We got some good shots.

The Babe

My munchkin worries me a bit. He's been on the wee side since he was born, which was a shock to my husband and me. We were both mid-8 lb. babies, and we expected Mark to be the same.

Nope. He was 6 pounds, 8 ounces.

And he continues to be small. Which we find weird. He's healthy, chipper, and can figure stuff out like it's no one's business (this 13-month-old called three numbers from my contacts list on my cell phone tonight). But he's below the fifth percentile for head circumference and weight and at the twenty-fifth percentile for length.

I'm not sure whether I should be worried or not. His ped. said at the 12-month appointment that since he was at the 15-month developmental stage, that there was no reason to be worried.

But I am worried.

He eats like a horse. Will he grow already?

Watershed

It is a time of transition here at AAK.

The munchkin has begun to run-- walking is SO passe when you can walk and momentum is on your side.

March 17th is approaching, which puts an end to the Ze Frank year of internship. Thank goodness my League of Awesomeness sweatshirt arrived.

I'm adjusting to the state of chaos that is my life. I think that I'm somehow adjusting to this new state of juggling waaaay too much. At least when the human tornado is asleep, anyway.

The saddest transition is IntSpEd and Xian. Good friend gets a job on the League of Awesomeness level, gets engaged to a great girl (I've known that for years), and prepares to move to the West Coast. And the finality of it all doesn't hit me until I see them looking so permanent-couple-like as my kid is screaming from the Thai spice on his veggies and rice. (What can I say? I'm juggling, folks.)

I decided that I can't be sad about this. Yet. I'll be sad when they're both gone. Or when he's gone. Or when I have to go and hit up the Southwest website to see them.

I realize that transitions just are. Lives grow, develop, change. It's hard when you see a glimpse of the future in your friends' smiles and you wish you'd be able to more closely share that future with them.