Connor turned one year old today, September 19. Since December 1, he has lived with his parents in our humble home. He’s the first baby that I, a 50-year-old, have ever held. It’s been a delight watching him grow. He’s one happy kid.
Pam had several presents for him, and so did Allen and Carolyn. Connor’s attitude was pretty much, “What the heck am I supposed to do with this?” Allen and Carolyn would tear a piece of the wrapping, and Connor would grab it and pull. Or, he would just shake the present until it fell out of the wrapping.
His favorite was a toy remote control. He’s always trying to grab out remotes (TV, VCR, DVD), and will sprint-crawl if he sees one laying untended. Now he has his own remote, which makes various sounds (our real remotes make no noise, which I guess makes them inferior).
Connor also gets to ride with his car-seat pointed forward now, not backward toward the trunk. He gets to watch Daddy drive.
