Conner with a side of Don.

So much has gone on since the last time I blogged. We were in a 3rd car accident, killed a squirrel,  back pain 24/7, Crohn's issues, Uncle dies, cousin goes crazy, new baby, baby has surgery, baby gets blessed, baby gets infection in the incision site, and about 10,000 other things. I was going to do a "Chronicles of Monson" but that would be a dreary, long, and I mean LONG post. No one has that much free time. TRUST YOU, ME. I could go on with all the legitimate excuses I have for not blogging like Mark someday wiping the operating system on his dinosaur laptop making it difficult to upload pictures that will in time be deleted or moved to another location OR being a mom doesn't leave much time for keeping my house clean. Not to mention the trillion diapers I change daily.

Lets begin-
Conner Don Monson born Wednesday November 10, 2010 at 8:46 a.m. weighing 6 lbs. 9 oz. 18 inches long. Labor/delivery was actually not a horrible experience.... It was harder watching Mark hold my hand. I will leave you at that.

Conner had pyloric stenosis--Vomit the Comet! Now it is all better other than the fact he has an infection in the incision site. No fun. Antibiotic here we come.

Conner is 4 months old now and these are his accomplishments:
1. talking, jabbering, imitating sounds, and jabbering some more.
2. he holds his head up with his arms when he is on his belly for "tummy time" but he is not the biggest fan of "tummy time".
3. He pees a lot. I don't know where exactly he puts it all.
4. If you hold him so he is standing up, he will walk and it might be his favorite thing to do.
5. He loves the children's cartoon OSWALD. Don't ask me why my 4 month old likes a cartoon of a piano playing octopus with a pet wiener dog that looks like the actual American classic, processed, sports food stand, delicacy.
6. He doesn't like green beans or carrots all that much but he LOVES peas! (I still feed him green beans and carrots)
7. He is currently the record holding nail grower I have ever seen! I trim his nails 2 times a week now! Its ridiculous.
8. Did I mention he sleeps through the night?

Sleeping.

He loves to sleep. He gets that from the M.O.N.S.O.N. side. I am not denying that I don't love sleep. I really love to sleep. However, I have never met someone who loves to sleep and sleep in more than Mark. Hence, the sleep gene is graciously accepted from the Monson side.

Even though he loves to sleep, getting him to sleep is another ballgame. He does not like to fall asleep at all. He would rather scream his lungs out and turn purple in the face and rupture everyones eardrums before surrendering to his life long passion.

Anyways, I wanted to keep this short and sweet. But I have to bring this one topic up before I am done. I need to confess. I killed a squirrel. Well, Mark did, I was just an accomplice. I sat in the car and saw an innocent, live squirrel run in front of our car. I looked out the window in my rear view side mirror and watched its helpless body bounce to the side of the road. Hit and run my friends. And for that I am sorry.

Thats all until next time.