Hold Your Head Up and Up Diapers

A word about tummy time: It's exhausting. The doctors encourage it daily - in order to build neck strength and the I-have-to-use-my-arms-to-crawl strength. Dad's a stickler about practicing every day. While this holding your head up business is quite the process, you should see my pipes. Huge. Dad cheers the progress; Mom hums the Rocky theme song. I wonder what they'd do if I held my head high and simultaneously burst into Argent's Hold Your Head Up. Hm ... perhaps next week.

In other news, both the Conrad and the Corrigan grandparents made their appearances this week. Grandparents rule. Grandma Conrad was on a mission to get me to smile. While it didn't quite happen, Grandpa Conrad swears that I've smiled just for him. It's our little secret. G & G Corrigan stayed for a few extra days - so fun! Grandpa Corrigan introduced me to a new burping position and a few more ounces of milk per feeding. (Ahh! So much better!) And Grandma Corrigan knows just what to say to prompt a few coos and half-smile from my sweet-but-serious self. I adore them all.

Halloween approaches, and I'm proud to sport three festive outfits for the occasion; all of them fit! Speaking of fitting and sports, I think it crucial to note that the wardrobe now includes two suites of green and gold, (Go Pack!) one Kansas State outfit and one Chicago Cubs suit. Where are my Minnesota fans? At five weeks, I find myself conditioned to cheer for out-of-state sports teams. I beg you not to blame me when, at age 21, my Minnesota sports loyalty seems suspect.

Until next time,

Ken

P.S. Nothing says ladies man better than graduating from the newborn-sized diaper.