I love reading Dooce. While she needs to work on her political views, she is a great blogger. So, I must disclose that I am a complete poser as I copy her idea of writing letters to her daughter as she grows up. There, I said it. I'm a POSER. Now let's get back to my posering ways as I write another letter to the little man who stole my heart...
These last few weeks have not been without great change.
To being with, your "squeaks" have almost been completely replaced by other forms of baby babble, your smiles are much more frequent and your parents are feeling a little bit more confident about what to do (or what not to do). You've become a pro at breastfeeding, and can now focus on objects and follow them as they move from one side to the other. One of the most fun things that you've done is that you have almost perfected the art of reaching out and grabbing onto the animals and toys that are hanging from your activity mat. "Tummy time" is required since you are constantly trying to strengthen your neck and back muscles. I'd like to say you are no longer a bobble-head... but I can't say that quite yet. But you are getting there. You can hold your neck up very well when you want to.
Connor, you've been out on the town, too! We took you to J. Christophers for breakfast and learned how to get your infant car seat situated at the table. When we were walking in to the restaurant, Dennis and I were discussing whether we put your car seat on the table or in a chair next to us. We were amazed when the waitress showed us that the highchair that they had actually FLIPS OVER to accomodate an infant car seat. Who would've ever imagined such a thing?
On July 4th, we went to watch your dad run the largest 10K in the world - The Peachtree Road Race. I should qualify that last statement in that we didn't really watch him run so much as we waited for him at the end of the race in Piedmont Park. I was excited to take you there because not only were we going to see your dad, but the people watching is phenomenal at this event. My camera was ready because with 55,000 participants, you are bound to see some funny attire or interesting costumes in the spirit of the 4th of July. I did see those people, but for some reason, the only people watching that I did was of one person: you. I couldn't take my eyes off of the sweet little man in front of me in the stroller.
Last but not least, your dad and I are convinced that you are VERY advanced for your age. Just look at your parents, and, I mean, who would expect anything less? You'll easily be running the Peachtree Road Race next year.
I love you.