We returned home from our trip safely-Ethan was better on the ride home but only slept forty-five minutes. I’m a little nervous about flying with him by myself at the end of July. Ethan turned nine months yesterday. I can’t believe that nine months ago, after a hurrican tore through town, my little guy was born. My life has changed so much in the past nine months. I love being his mom and hanging out with him all day. He has become like an appendage such that when I am without him I feel like I left something behind. I have not missed work even in the least. I know a lot of moms miss talking to their co-workers and being challenged in their field. I haven’t felt that way yet, though I’ve had several nightmares about having to go back to work. I would miss all the cute things that Ethan does and how quickly he changes. Today he figured out how to open his dresser drawer and pulled everything out. He recently aquired the taste for magazine pages and can’t get enough of it. He is starting to experiment with using furniture to cruise with-who knows he may start walking in the next month or so. (exciting but scary).