Day 262:
After what could only be described as a disastrous week, September is going off a lot better. A good night's sleep (the first in a while) gave me what I needed to wake up and ready myself to get to you and the rest of the gang at the beach in South Jersey. I was packed and rolling by 9:00am and fortunately, I only hit a spot or two of traffic on my way to your Mom-Mom's.
When I got to Ocean City I was BURSTING to see you and, not surprisingly, you were so happy to see me too! I swear you got bigger over the course of the week and as soon as I could get my hands on you, you started laughing and smiling and giggling and I felt whole again... With the chance to hang out with Mom Mom, MeMeow, and Grandpa K9, not to mention your mother and you, the day was suddenly perfect...
Mom-Mom brought us all out to a big party in Egg Harbor Township where so many of her local friends were all to happy to grab a hold of you... It was suddenly "pass the baby" and true to form, you didn't disappoint. Hamming it up in traditional Conor fashion, you went from person to person lighting up the party. The only problem was, you were so happily stilumated, you had aboslutely no interest in taking any kind of a nap. Surely you would crash when we got home, right? Uh, no... No interest in sleep AT ALL...
It was finally around 9:30pm when we got you down, a full 2 and a half hours past bedtime... And just before bed, it was my great joy to strip you down and take the above picture... Please don't resent me for it later in life, Boy'O! But that is far and away the cutest little bottom I've ever seen! And I just had to snap a shot...
That's all for tonight, Boy'O. Time for a drink and a little football before heading off to the rack myself...
I love you-
Dad
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