Progress

Oh, it's the little things that make me happy. I've been trying to make Dylan's eight-month check-up appointment with the pediatrician for more than a week now. When I call, the phone is always busy. Yesterday I began my morning as usual with marathon calling sessions (kind of like back in junior high when we'd try to call the radio station to win concert tickets - same deal) to find that now the pediatrician has...voicemail. Wow, welcome to the 1990s! I left a message and actually got a call back at 5 p.m. last night. She even apologized for calling back so late. So we have our appointment set up for this Friday. Warms this American mamma's heart to see Dylan's pediatrician embracing new-ish technologies and doing things efficiently (OK, "efficiently" would include having a receptionist or answering service to actually answer the phone but I'll take what I can get). Have I ever mentioned that the bathroom in his pediatrician's office has a big sign that says not to let kids go in there alone for fear they may touch the exposed wires or flame of the boiler? I mean, I am happy there's an actual bathroom (my doctor's office does not have one) but maybe they could fix that whole exposed wire thing or enclose the boiler. Just an idea!

In other "progress" news, Dylan is standing. He stands on his own holding on to something or with a little help when he can't support himself. Here are a couple of pics. Papi was there, of course, to catch him when he fell.

Just let me go!

OK, I may need some help...