Nine

I'm a skilled task-avoider. Procrastinator extraordinaire when there's way too much to be done.
And there is. Two family reunions, starting tomorrow! WOO-HOO!!!
Cleaning, packing, laundering, eating, baking, groceries, loading.

So. I figured that this was the perfect time to post about how Micah is NINE MONTHS OLD! Ha.

And within the past few weeks he's managed to learn how to get from his tummy to sitting, to pull up on furniture, and CRAWL (finally). Which also means he's  learned how to effectively get on every last nerve in his big sister's little body. Can't tell you how many times I've heard "NO, BUDDAH!!! (how she says Micah)!!!" screeched at full-volume in the last few weeks ...when he's managed to make his way over to something she doesn't want him playing with...or made his way over to grab her current toy of choice right outta her hands. Awesome.

Happy Nine Months, Micah-moo!

Anyways.
Packing!
Right.