9 Months Pass...& You Start To Go Crazy

In case you were curious, I believe I might be losing my mind.  Somehow, with just 9 months between myself and the 42 hour debacle that was the delivery of Palmer Doyle, I find myself lingering over the idea of baby #2.  Those first few months of sleeplessness and sheer deliriousness have faded into a dream like cloud.  Pete and I casually chat over a glass of wine what it would be like to kick off 2014 by trying to expand our family.  How quickly we forget things like "chatting" and "wine" would quickly disappear from our lives again.  At least for those first few glorious months.  For now we will continue to drop wistful lines about Palmer as a big brother.  And when I'm cranky as all get out chasing a toddler while many months pregnant in 2014 I shall return to this post and tell myself "You knew what you were getting into, you crazy, crazy woman!"

Now on to the little bean that makes us want to multiply.  He is 9 months old! This (as with every stage thus far) is THE BEST STAGE EVER!  I feel as every month passes he gets more interactive and fun (yes I know he's not a video game.)

Daily cruises are a must.

T-R-O-U-B-L-E

Braxton and Palmer learn the art of sharing over dinner at the club 

Apricots score high on the list (and are also a welcomed distraction while shopping)

He floats!

Palmer looks like he had a rough night.  Parker wants his turn to take a hit off the straw.

Busy, busy, busy learning the basics of golf.  3 Wood.  7 Iron.  Got it, Dad.

Weekend sleepover with his buddy Parker

First trip to Sea World! He was wavering between excited and nervous with the dolphins

He settled on intrigued.

They say, "Let them explore the food..."

What they're really saying is, "He just wants to play with the food and make a huge mess."

And sometimes he just steals my heart

I've yet to take his 9 month photo.  We are about the standard week late.  Lord knows how I kept up with weekly pregnancy photos?  Oh yeah, I didn't have a teething 9 month old to chase after!