Life of Connor

I'm not sure why it's been so long, but I'm sorry. I've been busy learning how to do stuff and haven't given Daddy a script. He apologizes.

Now ...

I've chosen a favorite toy: P-Nut the elephant. Daddy calls him my American Express card and Mommy seems to know what he's talking about. All I know is, P-Nut is really nice to me. He lets me squeeze him when I'm distressed and doesn't even mind when I put his trunk in my mouth. I feel lucky to have such a friend.

I've found my hands and I'm using them for everything now. Daddy says I use them too much to hold onto my bibs or the burp cloth, I just like using them. They mean I can grab P-Nut and mane the toys on my activity mat dance like there's no tomorrow. Amazing really. I never knew I could do that.

I've also developed the ability to use both arms at once. This seemed to excite Mommy and Daddy a lot. Heck, I just wanted Giraffe and Parrot at the same time. They were too far away to grab with my nright hand, so I had to use both. What's the big deal anyway???

My biggest advancement came recently. I know understand that if I pull my thumb out from under the rest of my hand when I'm chewing my fingers, I can suck on it and it will work sort of like a binky, only it's not as big and my thumb gets wet.

Other things I've learned: More noises at higher pitches, blowing razzberries and responding to things Mommy and Daddy say.

I promise to give Daddy more scripts at better times and to have him add to the picture file on here. He says it's hard to do much when I want to eat at 3:30 a.m. and think it's play time after that. He talks about getting sleep. I don't see what his problem is. I get plenty and still find a way to be ready to play at the drop of a hat.

Thanks to all of you who have done nice things for me. Soon, I will have even more updated pictures posted here, as I'm getting ready to hit a growth spurt and should be much bigger very soon.

Can anyone tell me what baseball is?

There. I said it. Giraffe is mine. Now that I've figured out how to hold onto him, there's no getting him back. His place is with me. We play and have fun together, just like my two Eeyores, Peanut the Elephant and my rattle. Hands off buster, or I will be forced to do something.

Speaking of doing something, sorry it's been so long since I've posted an update. Daddy, my typist, hasn't been home much lately and just hasn't had the time to help me update everyone. He's been pretty busy. Last week, he went to something he called a state wrestling tournament and was barely here at all for three days. I don't know what state, wrestling or tournament are, but I know they stole my Daddy.

But, Daddy's here now, so we're filling in.

The rolling over continues to progress beautifully, though I still get mad because it doesn't work like it should. I expect to be able to do it because I know how it should work. This not having it work stuff is really ticking me off.

I'm trying to talk, too. I have all these things I want to say, but Mommy and Daddy keep making sounds back at me. I think that means the words don't come out how I want them because I've heard Mommy and Daddy make words. I want to know how to make words, specifically hungry and change me. Those are need to know words. I really don't need to know how to say encyclopedia yet. Food? Sure. Abstract? Not really.

Life as a baby is what it is: Difficult. There needs to be a sensor for when I need food or I'm wet. That way, there's no need for me to yell at Mommy and Daddy. I don't like yelling at them. They're neat people, after all.

I'll be three months old in three days. Daddy said that's a milestone. I guess that means I need to be excited. OK.

Talk to you all again soon.