Do you remember...

when you were so little, that this bath sponge looked huge?

I do. I remember when you were so little that when Daddy held you in his forearm, you actually fit, without your head hanging over his hand and your legs kicking ferociously behind. I remember you neck muscles, like those of all babies, couldn't bear to hold the weight of your head, and Daddy had to hold it in his hand to stabilize.

Do you remember when you just laid there taking in the world as someone held you in their arms? I do. And now just look at you, Connor, you're sitting up in the bathtub making Daddy completely nervous every night that you'll slip and drown.

And though you might still prefer to have someone in the room with you rather than being left alone for even a few minutes, you don't necessarily pay much attention to that person. You've got toys to discover and manipulate. You're also trying desperately to figure out how to move to get stuff. So far, your best move is a freefall face plant that you can then roll - only from front to back - in hope of acquiring whatever it is that caught your fancy.

I almost cried today when I looked up at my calendar that has photos from your first four months of life and I saw you curled up in the Boppy (the post was titled Thank You NFL). It was a Sunday and you were napping oh so comfortably. These days, you don't even need the Boppy sitting behind to catch you if you fall you're so good at sitting.

And...you are Mr. Adventure. Your favorite activities are...

hanging upside down


and being tossed in the air.