Connor learns to chat

In his debut outfit for religious school last Sunday.

Cracking up.

Oh so amused.

Talking to me and cooing.  He's strong, supporting himself on his own.

Listening earnestly to my response.

 Giggling about the prospect of rolling - he's learned to go from his back to either side.


And speaking of religious school... yep, I'm back at work.  It's wonderful and chaotic and fulfilling and exhausting all at once.  I'd forgotten the pace of it, and I do miss the baby.  But I love what I do, and I know it will all work out in time.