He is lasting longer in his walker and Bumbo, and at this point I think he will never crawl but go straight to toddling around. This is not a baby who does "Tummy Time". Don't get me wrong, I try every night to do it, but he screams, turns red, and sweats every time. Being flat is uncomfortable for him because of his reflux, but I will continue to try and maybe one day it will go well. This past week he has also found his lovey. My dear friend and college roommate Hilary sent Connor a beautiful soft bunny when he was born and he is finally taking to it. Granted everything is finding its way into his mouth right now, including fingers, but he lights up with his bunny. As far as fingers, he prefers his hands over anything else and you can hear the air sucking through his lips as he tries to shove his hands as far into his mouth as he possibly can. It's his favorite game to try and figure out how far he can get them in each time, and which finger will taste the best today. I do my best to fish out his little fists, but they are like magnets drawn to the slobbery toothless chasm on his face.
We are truly enjoying every waking moment we have with him. His personality is infectious and I ache when I leave him to go to work. I can handle sleepless nights if I know I will wake up to him and Tim.