I finally had to give in and set up the gate at the top of the stairs today. Justin is three days from his nine-month birthday and technically he isn’t crawling, but he does get around pretty well just by pulling himself with his arms, and I was tired of trying to make sure he didn’t take a header down the stairs. He’s already discovered the forbidden electrical wires behind the TV and pulled over a large plant (artificial, thankfully) in the living room, so the mischief is underway.

A couple weeks ago I did a happy dance when I realized I’m back to my pre-pregnancy weight (that’s still heavier than I was when I got married, but we won’t dwell on that). I guess that’s what happens when you spend your days lugging a 22-pound infant around.

I have plenty of pictures to post but our hard drive died (again) yesterday, so those of you waiting for more baby photos (yes, Grandma, that means you) will just have to wait until Chris gets everything straightened out.