9 Months!

Two-thirds of the way to a year old. I can't believe it! It's going by really fast -- just like everyone said it would.

We had a quick trip to the doctor this week -- not the 9-month appointment, just an impromptu visit. There is a stomach virus going around Luke's daycare, and he caught it. They called me on Friday about lunchtime to say he had a small fever and an upset tummy. So, I picked him up, called it a day at work, and went to the doc. She says he's hitting all of his milestones and is a happy, healthy baby, besides having a stomach bug.

Last night (Saturday) might have been one of the roughest in a while. He'd been fine throughout the day, but when I fed him that last bottle, he got a strange look on his face and projectile vomited it all over me, the chair, the floor, himself. It was a mess. And, he kept going for at least 15 seconds. Poor thing. For the rest of the night, he was up every hour on the hour, and all four of us (me, Adam, Luke and Max) slept in the guest bed for a while. For some reason, that's the bed we always sleep in when Luke doesn't feel well.