Life of Connor

The past week has been tremendously exciting for me. Let me explain.

Sunday
Mommy and Daddy said it was something called Easter. I'm not sure what that is. I do know several good things happen when it's Easter.

First, I get to meet new people. Lots of 'em. That makes me happy. People are fun. They all seem to like me. I like them - well, most of them. Lots of people go out of their way to make me smile. Easter was no different. Thank you to all of you who did that.

I also got toys on Easter. We've established that a big day for me is when I get a new toy or a new visitor. Just think how mind-blowing it is to have both happen the same day! Amazing. One of my new toys, Mommy and Daddy gave me. He's a frog named Ribbit. He rattles and scrunches and makes froggie noises when Daddy squeezes his tummy. Hooray!!!!

Easter was also the day I wore my Dressed Like Daddy outfit. I know it sounds silly and probably seems silly, too. But Daddy and I like each other a lot. So, we went to Easter and I dressed in one of my first sets of big boy clothes. I know I'm still little. But there was something really cool about the big boy gear.

Easter was great. I'm looking forward to the next one.

The same can't be said for ...

Wednesday
This was the day I had my "second round of shots." If you'll recall (or just scroll down) you'll see that I didn't care to ever have another round of those diabolical things after the first time. Well, Mommy and Daddy made me do it again. This time was a little better than the last. But, as Dr. Couling warned them, I didn't like them any better than I did the first time.

The needle hurt, then there was all the other stuff. Plus, I already had a cold and now I don't feel good at all and I'm sleepy and grouchy. It's a vast conspiracy aimed at bringing Connor down. I won't put up with it, I tell you. There is no way they're getting me to do this again. And I'm not alone in this. After I got my shots, I heard another baby screeching when that evil nurse got him. Babies of the world unite! Together, we will overthrow the needle-wielding nurses!

Mommy said they only have that done because it will help me. Help me? Really? Then why exactly does it hurt? Why exactly do I not feel right after them? Those are questions I'd love to have answered, because right now I'm pretty much at a loss.

Well, this too shall pass. Eventually, life will be back to normal and these stupid shots will stop happening.

Anyway, I need another nap. Talk to you all soon.

Connor