Where Were We?

We traveled just over 1,000 miles to celebrate the birth of a marriage.

Not just any marriage.

Well, of course it was the kind that would have us driving a thousand miles with a baby.

We arrived early to explore the town and spend extra time with the queen of my heart.

(So glad we did.)

Since arriving home, we've been recovering, yoga-ing, writing, eating, kind of- sort of getting back into a routine...and not really sleeping.

I've been extra sensitive lately and a little angsty, and I think the lack of adequate sleep just might be the culprit.

Today he is 9 months old.

If you look closely, you might be able to see evidence that he loves to feed himself.

(That's peaches, pancakes, and yogurt adorning his face, shirt, and body...and maybe a little in his stomach.)

He also loves water and bubbles (which helps with after-breakfast clean-up), the color red, "reading" to himself, wheels, electronics, climbing, his tunnel, and just generally being a crazy little boy.

He's cheerful even when woken up too early, and I think his favorite food is a toss-up between watermelon and banana.

My baby is 9 months old- so much and so little time all at once.