Connor is 11 months old today!  It is really odd to think that he's been with us for so long.  This time last year, I was very uncomfortable and it only got worse as my due date came and went. This past weekend we went out and bought him a few new outfits and a new pair of walking shoes.  Once they are on he seems okay with them.  They have made a huge difference in his walking.  Each day he takes new steps and new risks.  He let go of the coffee table and started to walk to the livingroom exit, got half way and looked at me as if to say "What the hell am I doing?"  he then sat down and crawled the rest of the way.  I'm pretty sure he will be walking by his first birthday.  He is still working on a few new words.  He tries to say Elmo it still needs some work.  Although he doesn't say many words, he knows what we are talking about.  If you ask him where his bottle is, he will go and get it.  He understands the concept no, but chooses to ignore it. I love watching him learn.

I got together with some friends last night for what was supposed to be a book club meeting, but it was really just an excuse to drink wine and eat cheese and crackers.  I love these women.  I think I really needed a few hours of girl time.  The group of us are the most diverse group of people, but we all seem to compliment eachother.  It is a great feeling to be part of a group that no matter what happens in life you will be loved, supported and respected.  The unconditional acceptance is an amazing feeling.  When we all met we ranged in age from 1st year to 4th years with lots of different life experience, but as pledges we were "taught" that what happens to one happens to all.  After we became full sisters it was assumed that we would all break up into smaller groups.  In some ways we did stop spending all of our time together, but the bond that we formed never really went away.  I am so grateful to have them in my life.