Daddy was taking my picture with this Nike Air Jordan cap on the other day and was telling me that my birth stats:

6lbs 6oz and 18″ long

really are what the doctors think I will be when I am 21 yrs old:

6ft 6inches and a size 18 shoe

College basketball at ODU and NBA potential.  Quick, find me a sports agent and tell Uncle Danny and Uncle Tony that I will be scoring 25 pts a night on their respective college teams (JMU and ECU).  😉

Love the future athlete,

Connor

Mommy and Daddy were concerned about me not going to the bathroom (#2) and talked to the doctor about it. They brought in the “bowel whisperer” to see if she could help it along. She prodded me with some rod and pushed on my stomach but nothing came out. (I was holding back a little.)

Well, today I finally made a nasty face and let out a nice scream. Ahhh… I felt so much better. The funny part was that Mommy and Daddy were so thrilled. Daddy rushed me off to change my diaper, but little did he know I was not quite done. 5 diapers later, a lot of wipes, and one amazed father, I was finally done.

I also left a surprise for Daddy at 1am this morning.

[Update] — I just left Daddy another present after my 1:15am feeding, so make that 3 times in less that 12 hrs.  😉

Hopefully, I have taught Mommy and Daddy not too wish for too much or they just might receive it.

Love,

Connor

Daddy is talking about being nervous/scared and not being in control. Boy oh boy, what does he think Mommy and I are going to go through? I mean, I am standing on my head for the next 8.5 weeks. God only knows what it will be like when I come out.

Mommy is getting larger, her waddle is getting wider, ankles are beginning to swell, and she is just tired. Imagine how Mommy must feel wondering whether it will be painful, how painful it will be, will she be able to do it, etc… I know this is what she has been thinking, I hear her talking to herself (especially while she is in the childbirth class).

Can someone calm Daddy down before he freaks out?

Good night and see you in about 8 weeks.

Love,

Connor James

Daddy and Mommy finally finished putting together my room.  They painted the walls a pale yellow, had the carpet steamed cleaned, and moved the furniture in this weekend.  Daddy says to tell you to check out the slide show to the right (below the weekly update).   This will show you all the hard work he did.  THANKS DAD!

Love,

C.T.

P.S. — I look forward to showing you, Mommy, and the my soon-to-be grandparents what I look like on Friday.

Nobody wants to name me.  The poll didn’t help, it was a tie.  Mommy and Daddy agreed last week that Tyler James Woodruff would be my name then Daddy changed his mind.  Now Mommy wants Connor James and Daddy is not sure.  (Just what I expected from Daddy.)

Heck, have you ever seen him shop for a new computer, furniture, or even my crib.  He goes to the store 3-5 times and over analyzes EVERYTHING.  So, I guess all I can do is hang out in Mommy’s tummy and listen to Daddy say goodbye in the morning.  “Goodbye, Connor.  Goodbye, Tyler.”  You’d think I had a roommate in here!  😉

Daddy forgot to post a picture of my feet earlier.  He put them on the site last night, so be sure to take another look at the ultrasound pictures (my feet pic is the last one).

Brandon/Connor/Tyler James Woodruff

P.S. — please vote so Daddy and Mommy can name me!

For some reason at 2am this morning, Daddy woke up and sprung out of bed. Mommy and I did not know what to do.

Daddy told Mommy to get out of bed because there was a snake in the bed. Then Daddy ripped the covers off of the bed looking for the slithery creature. Nothing.

Mommy’s snoogle was still on the bed and Daddy turned his attention to it. He quickly grabbed it and slung it off the bed. Again, NOTHING.

By this point, Mommy realized what was going and started to calm Daddy down and told him it was OK and nothing was in the bed. Daddy said he was sorry and climbed back into bed (like nothing happened).

Dad — you think you can keep it down next time, I am trying to sleep in here. 😉

Baby Woodruff

Daddy and Mommy had a busy weekend with me.  They took me to a store with all these things for me, BUT didn’t buy me a single thing.  Come on, they should be spoiling me.

Then we went to the driving range last night and hit golf balls.  A lot of twisting and turning from Mommy and from what I could tell, she was hitting the ball about as good as my Uncle Danny does.  Actually, I think she was putting better than Uncle Danny.  😉

This morning, Daddy worked on the car and Mommy and I helped.  Mommy was pumping the brakes on the car so Daddy could bleed the brakes.  Boy, that was a lot of work for Mommy — she had to stop and get something to drink and eat.  Now, we are taking a nap together.

So, I had a busy weekend.  I guess Daddy is trying to start me early on golf and car repairs.

Talk to you all later, I’ve got to get back to my nap.

Baby Woodruff

My soon-to-be daddy is trying to rush me along. In the ultrasounds, he circled the 6cm and said I was that big. Well, 6cm is 2.5 inches and I am only truly about 5/8 inch long at this point. If I am truly 6cm long right now, I suggest my dad find a sport’s agent and sign me to a long term basketball contract because I might end up being 7ft tall. 😉

I think Daddy was a little too anxious and didn’t listen to the doctor when I was measured.

Hopefully he will get the video phone working next time and pay more attention to my measurements. 😉