On Saturday, the 23rd my oldest child turned 8 years old. What a fun 8 years it has been!
I will admit, the older he gets, the more I miss the years that have gone! I love that with age kids become more self sufficient and they are capable of doing a whole lot more. But, I miss all the cuteness and innocence that little toddlers have. I don't know if I am ready for the older kid stuff!
Connor was a great baby, probably my easiest as far as temperment goes. He loved everyone, ate great (once he figured things out,) he was happy, and was a great sleeper.



(I had to include a picture of Connor and his helmet! What a fun few months this was!)
Things pretty much stayed the same as he grew from a baby into a toddler. One of my most favorite things was when he started to talk, he called Kelly Daddyn. I remember being so sad when it changed to daddy! He had a favorite blanket that he called "bootie." He had two favorite stuffed animals that he carried everywhere, Mr. Dog and Whisikers.

Another thing that I loved (and still love) is that Connor could meet a friend wherever we went. The playground, nursery, the splash park. It didn't matter. He could always find someone to play with.






