50% percentile

So far the New Year hasn't proven to be all that great.  It started with the flu and I am still struggling with depression.  Just when I think I am up the proverbial hill, I slide right back down.   I am going to try counseling again (maybe the second time is the charm?) and see if I connect better with someone else and, this time, I am going to push harder for some medication counseling as well to see if there is anything else they can do for me that way.  I don’t want to be in a fog, but I don’t want to keep up this metronome like swinging pattern between relative ‘normalcy’ and this crushing sense of being overwhelmed by life. 

Not much new with work.  Operating under the ‘no news is good news’ paradigm for the time being.  I would assume some news would start to trickle out in the Spring.  In the interim, just trying to stay healthy and actually accrue some time off to do something I want to do vs. using it all for an array of ailments both physical and mental. 

Parents are coming in May.  Excited for my mom and dad to finally meet Quinn (my mom has met him previously, but he was little more than a bundle of needs at that point) and to be able to hang out.  Hopefully we get some good weather too.

Quinn is continuing to do well.  He is fully entrenched in the growth curve now (finally).  At his 18mo check-up, he moved into the 50^th percentile (after lingering around the 20^th at his other checkups including the one year) in height and head circumference.  He is still around the 20^th for his weight, but I think he will eventually catch up there as well (or maybe not…..who knows).  At any rate, he is healthy and that is a huge relief thinking back to his very bumpy start. 

The only downside now is he is more and more testing bounds and pushing his independence.  Add to that the innate curiosity toddlers have for EVERYTHING and a weird ability to remember seemingly everywhere that things reside in our house (he even remembers seeing a bug on the ceiling a month ago and still looks for it) and you have to keep near constant vigilance when he is awake. 

Speaking of being awake, he resides in that state more and more.  Sunday he didn't nap at all (save MAYBE 5 minutes in the car).  Friday night he didn't sleep well at all and Tia and I were barely functional all day.  He also has cut off about 90 minutes from his evening slumber.  So, he used to sleep from about 9p to 8a.  Now it is more like 9p to 630a.  This is not a welcome change.  Hopefully the sleep deprivation will eventually allow me to pass out early enough that 630 doesn't seem so cruel and unusual eventually.