This is my first post. I guess I'm supposed to write something... uh, well right now it's 9:18 in the morning. I'm holding my son on my lap because he got sick of his playmat, which he usually loves. My boyfriend is sleeping (ugh) so I'm up to take care of Conner! He just got his shots yesterday which was the saddest thing ever. The lady pretty much jammed it in his leg as hard as possible and his face was like, "What was that?!" Then he just started screaming. My poor baby! Anyways, uhh...I guess this is long enough?