9 months down

As of today, Grady's been out in the world as long as he was in my belly. Or close to that, as we all know the "pregnancy is really more like 10 months" deal. But Grady is 9 months old at any rate, which is both exciting and hard to believe. He's just such a busy boy, growing and changing almost daily. Right now he's working on his second tooth, and trying very hard to stand up without holding on, and discovering he can make new sounds like "m" and "b". It's wonderful, but I have to admit I am a little sad that he's growing up so fast.

We spent this past weekend at Mike's parent's house, where Grady had new floors to explore (he wasn't crawling the last time we were there) and Evan was on the go every minute with Papa. Ev called it his "vacation", and it certainly was, as he got to stay up late and have pudding for breakfast and go see waterfalls and animals and go jumping at the mall like six times.

Have you seen these things at the mall, where they strap bungee cords to you and you jump on a trampoline? Evan has seen one before at the Millcreek Mall, and he was fine to watch but did not want to participate. Well, no sooner did I say, "Ev would never do that" to Grandma, then Ev was begging to go jumping. He had a blast, and went back several times. Luckily, we got pictures of him, as high up in the air as the JCPenney's sign, and I'll post those as soon as I get the chance.

So it was an eventful weekend. Mike and I even got to go out to lunch with no kids! But now we're back in the real world, and Ev said this morning that "things are back to normal". Indeed they are, and I've got the laundry to prove it.