My Bitin' Baby

Shortly after Adrion hit his 8 month mark, he cut his second tooth. His first seemed to make no difference in any way, but when that second one came through--man! All of a sudden he was a biter! One of his favorite snacks now is pretzels. He likes the stick kind to hold in his little fists and gnaw into stubs.

Other things he's doing--sitting, waving hi and bye (shocking to me b/c Tori was so much later doing that), constantly saying "bwap", and GROWING! He's 19 1/2 pounds now.

Something he's NOT doing anymore--nursing. I'm proud we made it to 8 months, but when in came the biting, out went the nursing! :)

Here's my sweet little man! This pic was actually taken right at 7 months, so I'll have to post a two-toof pic next time...

Restless

So we're working on the best direction for Tori. Because of that, I'm waiting on a few different things to happen:

• UAMS in Lowell is supposed to be calling to schedule an EEG (hope I got that right--it's the brain scan) to make sure she isn't having petit mal seizures when she "zones out".


• I'm waiting on the OT at County Line to re-evaluate.


• I'm waiting on UAMS in Little Rock to schedule a developmental eval. (Right now, Tori's diagnosis is educational only, but I want a medical diagnosis as well for the sake of some extra things that necessitate the medical community's involvement.)


• I'm waiting for December so that I can send Tori to Alma where there is extensive knowledge/training/implementation of services for kids on the Autism spectrum. Because of school laws from the state and district, that's the soonest I can move her. (I won't elaborate on why because it infuriates me and I'll get mean.)

Needless to say, all of the waiting has me restless. Meanwhile, I have to try to focus on the 80 students that file in and out of my door each day and try to keep a heart for that purpose, too. After having to deal with my district on this whole new level special-ed-wise with Tori, I have become very discontent. There are major holes in the system, and students are falling through the cracks.

I'm trying, though, to be still. All of these things are out of my control. I have done all that I can for the moment, so I have to practice patience--a fruit of the spirit that was not built into my DNA...and not only that--I have to keep serving the kids I've been given the very best that I can.

I'm just trusting God to show us the way. Wherever he leads, I will follow. And Garon is my rock. We love each other, and we love our kids, and that's all that matters in the end. I'm so thankful for my life and all of its blessings, so I'm done worrying for the moment. One of my students made me a picture last week that said "There are plenty of things to think about, but nothing to worry about". :) To end tonight, here's a picture of our Gabby with not a care in the world...