Goodbye Grandpa, We Miss You.

The Clock of Life

The clock of life is wound but once,

And no man has the power

To tell just when the hands will stop,

At late or early hour.

Now is the only time we own

So live, love, toil with a will,

Place no faith in tomorrow

For the hands may then be still.

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Conor...Well, where do I start! In the past few weeks he has learned to shake his Excersaucer to pieces by jumping, he's started rolling from his back to his tummy regularly, he takes shaky little steps when you stand him up and hold his hands, he loves to scoot with his heels (gliding on his head) across the kitchen and back, he prefers solids to his bottle now, he's happy all the time and ready for anything. He's a very easy going baby which is nice, at least one out of two turned out that way. Physically he's a close to where Jesson was at this age, over 20 pounds now and 27+" tall. Conor has his brother to learn motor skills from so due to Jesson's all-day example setting he's moving around a little better than Jesson was at this age, he wants so badly to run around full-tilt with Jesson but he just can't yet. His version of a smile is his mouth gaping open and Scott has decided he looks like Binoo from Treehouse TV's Toopy & Binoo cartoon, I have to agree. He's a joy to have around and has a way of warming the hearts of all who meet him.

Mr. Bossy Pants! He still insists that he's the boss, although his Dad and I struggle to teach him otherwise. He's infinitely BUSY to the point of wearing us out daily, he's too smart for his own good (and ours), and he's growing too tall for most of his pants. He's a loving little creature when he wants to be, giving hugs and kisses to make people smile. He's a bossy social butterfly not afraid to boss around complete strangers, but this gets him in trouble of course, we're working on his manners in public. He's getting better with his brother and hasn't bit him lately which is a plus. He's a great kid most of the time and we're enjoying watching his little mind sponge then regurgitate things we never should have exposed him to. It's comical to hear the things he comes up with all on his own, like telling me I should calm down and take a deep breath after giving him heck for something he'd done, or punting the cat in the behind just to hear her quack (so tough not to crack a smile, but we try). He's turning into a little man instead of my oldest baby, it's scary how fast kids grow up!