My Granddad passed away last week. The three of us caught a flight out to Missouri and fortunately were able to spend a few days there. It was good to be with family. It made it real for me so I could start grieving. It's good that he's healthy and whole again but it's so strange and sad that he's gone.

Jonah is more active than ever. The only time he sits still is when Finding Nemo is on, and even then it's only for a few minutes. He is so BUSY. I can't believe the damage one little baby can do or how quickly he can do it.

There's other stuff going on back home. My Granddad's health has deteriorated quickly, so quickly that's it's hard for me wrap my head around it. It doesn't seem quite real, like maybe this is all a horrible dream. But here it is, here we are. He's on hospice because of an infection in his brain that has stolen too many of our last goodbyes. This is so hard on everyone. If you have any good thoughts or prayers to send out, could you please direct them to Missouri and my family? We all need a little help right now.

Day on the Playground

Jonah turned nine months old yesterday. He really hit a growth spurt the last couple of weeks. See how long those legs are?

Jonah has become very stubborn lately about eating. HE wants to do it. He will only eat solid foods if he can feed himself. In the last week, he's suddenly able to eat anything. He used to gag and choke if we gave him anything but jarred baby food. One day he woke up and made it very clear that he wanted what we were having, not that gross baby stuff (which he suddenly finds disgusting and repulsive and how DARE we even offer him that junk!). We warily let him try a little of our food and he couldn't get enough. He had eggs and toast for breakfast this morning! Our baby is growing up so fast...