Hello all,

Well I was at my doctor today and well, I'm a playground pimp. Still no cancer and they say if all goes well at my next scan in Sept. I will be "cured" so well..cancer can eat a poop diaper. Things have been going good in my world. I am a fun loving two year old and like to keep on the go. I spend most of my time listening to music and dancing around the house although most times it looks like I'm having a fit of something. JoJo and I have lots of fun with each other. Just last week I con'd that lil girl to break in to the cabinets and get out some fingernail polish. We were so sneaky, by the time we were caught we had most of the trim around the windows, the cat, each other, and the floor painted up real nice. Mom didn't know what to say, but Dad....well he had a few words for us. I haven't heard most of them before but I found it funny when dad was cleaning it up. I made sure to point out the spots that he was missing.

I still am not talking but do say a few words. I call JoJo- GoGo which is very fitting Dad says. I call the cat...well I just yell and him sending him in to a world of pissed off that I haven't seen any living animal in before. I do say Ma, and call Daddy-Duh which mom says is fitting. I say uh oh when I drop stuff or get caught doing something I know I shouldn't be doing. I guess that's it for now. I just don't know what to say lots of the time so posts have been very far and few between. Just know that I am having fun and being a very good boy.

Love to all,

Connor (Bubba)