9 Months In, 9 Months Out

Okay, so the whole 9 months pregnant thing is a MYTH made up by people who are bad at math (40 weeks gestation = 10 months), so when your baby celebrates 9 months everyone (the aforementioned "bad at math" folks, and obviously those who have never been pregnant) say "Oh, that's as long as he was inside you!" Umm, not quite. We'll celebrate Ryan being out in the world for as long as he was swimming laps in my tummy on October 5.

Anyway, so we have had a crazy couple of weeks. Ryan is pulling up on anything and everything, and recently started to "cruise" along the edge of the couch and the kitchen cabinets. He is SO adorable, I just can't help grinning from ear to ear when I'm with him (and, frankly, even when I'm not with him).

With a sweet potato mohawk crafted by Daddy (and a sweet potato booger of his own making)

Ryan turned 9 months old on Saturday, which we celebrated with two of the other babies from our Survival for New Moms group and their parents.

David and Rowyn

Mmmm... beer

On Sunday we drove up to Winter Park to spend the night with the Haces at their condo. Scott and Sam went mountain biking, Heidi and Suzy went for a run, and I just lazed around and hung out with the babies. I think I got the best part of the deal.

On Monday we went for a hike. Ryan loves to ride in his backpack, as you can see:

Rockin' the flannel shirt, Kurt Cobain-style

Hmm... nature tastes funny...

Oh, we also celebrated our 6th wedding anniversary on Sunday. Love you forever, darlin'!