Hidey Ho

How was your Valentines' Day? I forgot it was V-Day until after I had dressed myself in green and blue and Gavin in teal and gray and had no time to dig out the pink, red, and hearts. I didn't really care, which is kind of sad as I look back because I can understand the delight it brings to get in the festive mood of a fun holiday. Though we did have the pleasure of coming home to Dylan on that fine (and very warm) day, and he had bought some flowers and was working on preparing a fine meal. Recipe courtesy of my best friend, Ree Drummond. What a fine gentleman I have.

We've had a very average weekend around here. It can be extremely isolating taking care of the little one by myself. He doesn't get any sort of decent nap unless he's in his crib, and we live over an hour round-trip from just about anywhere, so venturing out can get tricky. Even just a quick trip to the gym threw off the rest of the afternoon. Not to mention that he demands a 6pm bedtime, which basically means it's been me, myself, and Gavin for the weekend. Dylan says he's up for doing what it takes to push back the bedtime in order to free us up a bit more at night, but I'm not sure I have anything left in me but to go down the easiest road possible when it comes to anything with Baby G. To say that I need a long list of trusted babysitters who live in the neighborhood and can get him bathed and down to sleep on time would be an understatement.

Lunch on the patio

Player

Food = smiles

Bearing a resemblance to the Hamburglar

Swinging in Cruz's swing

We've been saying that he's teething for over a month now. But no teeth yet.

Every object in the mouth.

I will grab your iPhone.

The only 5-month-old who's bigger than his grandmother.

Not happy about the dog-parrot.

But enough of my sob story! On to some more positive things. Gavin has still been doing great since visiting the doctor last week. He had his best day with Dawn ever on Friday. No tears at all, except for a little frown and chin quiver when one of the other moms said good morning to him. (He's got a touch of social phobia.) Dawn and I were more than pleased, to say the least. What a way to kick off the weekend.

After mulling over the multiple social gatherings I had missed on my single-mom days and feeling extremely a little bit antsy on Saturday, it just so happened that my parents were meeting some family friends down at Greasewood Flat in the late afternoon. If you're familiar with where I live, you know that this is one of the few establishments that I can call close to home. So I tested the waters and took G out past his bedtime. Lo and behold, he did great, much to everyone's surprise! It didn't make for any better rest at night. In fact, it was one of the worst nights ever. 9 or 10 hours of sleep at a time, like usual? Try 3 hours to the first waking and 5 to the next. Ugh. But so worth it for us to get out, see people, and (gasp!) drink a beer.

What has my life come to?

I'm ready to wrap this up. It's looking like we'll have Dylan home for a good stretch pretty soon, unless things change. And usually they do, but I'm practicing positive thinking. This weather is beautiful, but I'm not real thrilled about it, as my personal prediction is that it will lead to a terrible wildfire season this summer. (Global warming, anyone?) But I guess I'll try to enjoy it while it's here!