Arts and Crafts Time!!!

A little activity for you all, readers -- print these pictures into a flip book, and you can get an idea of how I spend much of my time. Or maybe you can just scroll through them really quickly and get the same effect. As you can see, I love shoving toys (and anything else I can get my hands on!) into my mouth!

And yes, those are madras pants I'm wearing. The best thing about 70 degree days in November is that you get one more chance to bust out the madras!

My morning exersauce

My new favorite way to pass the time is in my exersaucer. Aunt Maggie may remember the days when I burst into tears as soon as my feet touched the ground, but I have matured a great deal since then. Now the tears come only when I am lifted out of it! I then stare longingly at it until Mom or Dad takes me into a different room. If only they knew that all those toys are so much more entertaining than they are!

The Football

Thanks to the unbelievable popularity of Conner's Corner (Thanks faithful readers!!!), I am in many parts, Kind Of A Big Deal. This is especially true in Dad's hometown of Grand Rapids, MI, where the folks dragged me a couple weekends ago so they could get in prior to the first foot of snow falling. Needless to say, immediately upon my arrival, I was passed from hand to hand as if it was some kind of sport, and let me tell you, I LOVED EVERY SECOND! Man, can I get down with some attention being paid to me. Seriously, these worthless parents of mine hold me for what, 6 hours a day? Nothing compared to all the cuddles, snuggles and kidnapping attempts available from the extended Geary clan! Can't wait for Thanksgiving!!!

Speaking of Kind Of A Big Deal, the trip to GR allowed me some more quality time with Great Drams. I am such a lucky boy to have such a wonderful Drams around to snuggle me up, at least until my gigantic size gets to be a little too much! Man, but she is the coolest!

And speaking of the coolest, I got to spend some quality time with neighborhood "hot mom" and FoG (Friend of Grandparents) Sally Rothwell. She was such a sweetheart, and we had a lot of fun playing together, even if my incompetent boob of a father was unable to get any quality pictures. (Notice Auntie Meau in the background, I have to turn my head or be blinded by the awesomeness radiating off of her).

Good Times in GR folks! Who knew it was possible?!?

Hitting the gym

We are happy to declare a truce with our beloved cousins over at the Chronicles, as a show of good faith I am posting the worst possible picture that could ever be taken of me to prove that, even with eyes closed, massive drool bomb hanging out, and suggestive cleavage, I am still way, way cuter than my relatives.

The remainder of these pictures were taken while I was working out at the gym, I thought I would share my process for looking this amazing in all these pictures.

What are YOU looking at? My drool bomb? Ok, makes total sense.

Workin the core.

Whooo! Catch my breath here a second...

WTF Tom Toucan! I see what you are doing over there...

Wait, where are you going? I have so many more!!!

How do you solve a problem like Maria!?!

So, we spent last weekend in Grand Rapids hanging out with the extended Geary clan, and MAN! is my Aunt Maureen awesome. She is the coolest, and I found out all about being a Dominican nun from her. Needless to say, I am totally, totally pumped about being a Dominican nun one day. Here I am practicing in my jungle gym.

No, no, just kidding, I know that I would never get to be a Dominican nun. A Franciscan maybe, those guys will take anybody!

For real though, now that I can roll over, you cannot hold me down. Seriously, Mom and Dad have a hard time holding me down long enough to get me changed and dressed. This is an increasingly common sartorial choice for me these days. I think this is a good look for me though.

Story time

"Call me Ahab..." Oh, sorry, didn't see you there, are you here to join us in nursery story time? Please take a seat, the dramatic reading will start shortly...

"You know, people say that Pynchon never really reached the heights of Gravity's Rainbow again, but really, how could you even try? At least David Foster Wallace gave us Infinite Jest before he left us too, too early... Oh, what I am reading now? This is Momma Bear, Momma Bear, What Do You See... a TRUE modern take on the classic illustrated book of woodland creatures..."

Tummy time

Now that I have learned to roll over, this is how I spend most of my time -- on my belly, with a big line of drool hanging from my mouth. If my parents were a little quicker with the burp cloth instead of the camera, this probably wouldn't be such a big issue, but now it is out there on the Internet ruining my future political career and romantic aspirations.

Wow, you say, that is the cutest picture ever, how did you get so cute? Silly goose, the below is the cutest picture ever! Puffy cheeks AND a drool bomb! I agree with going for the camera on this one...

Monkeying around

WHOOOO WEEEE BOY! Did we have a good time on Halloween! As you can see from the middle picture above, it was perhaps a little too good! Moms and Pops took me up to see their friends Paul and Katie (Cummins) Bourman for pizza and beers and oh so much refined sugar. Well, I didn't get any of those directly, but I can assure you, I felt the effects a few hours later! What a fun night!

Surprise surprise, I was a monkey for Halloween night, and lived up the the costume, to say the least. Bounced around, acted like a goofball, and stayed up way, way past my bed time without too much crying! Good Times!

Seriously, I know this costume was bought by thousands of other Moms at Target assuming theirs would be the cutest baby to wear it, but this is almost embarrassing for all those other kids how much cuter I am.

Dad claimed he was dressed up as a hillbilly or something, but as Mom rightly pointed out, other than the old South Dakota trucker hat, Dad wears this outfit all the time. I guess we both wore appropriate costumes this year. Ah, bonding! Yes, my costume had a tail.

Dad has just told me the caloric content of the 8 twix bars he had just eaten.


Man, was that all exhausting. fortunately, this getup is nice and cosy for a quick nap before bedtime. In case anyone was wondering, the feet say "cheeky" and "monkey", respectively. And you thought Dad's Zoolander references were dated!

Oh, were you not expecting that, like today's baseball teams, I would not have an alternate uniform for the day game? Jokes on you! Moms and Pops dragged me to this place called hot chocolate on Halloween day for brunch with our old friends Brian and Becca, and, you guessed it, Dad ate a whole ton of processed sugar! But it was cool, cause I looked awesome in my day-glo orange pumpkin costume. I also got to spend substantial time yanking on Becca's long, beautiful hair. People who don't have kids are WAY more fun to hang around with than my parents!

Car rides

If you had the pleasure of joining me in the car during my early days, you probably know it was not exactly my favorite activity. During the past couple months, I decided to cut my parents a break and I now tolerate the car, even for long trips up to THREE HOURS! Of course, it helps that Mom has covered my car seat in toys.

One For All The Ladies

Yes, dear friends, welcome to another edition of Connor's Corner, brought to the letters I A-M S-M-O-O-T-H. Just relaxing, sipping some brandy, listening to some smooth jams, and thinking of all you lovely ladies out there. Hope you are thinking of me tonight too.

Wait, are you not thinking about me?

My Friend Boppy

There will be no explanation for the above picture, it will dilute the awesomeness.

Anywho dear readers, as you will recall often times random new things come into my life which I (Ed. Note: his parents) find decidedly useful. In this case, about two weeks ago out of nowhere emerged this gigantic boppy pillow. I think the intent is for breastfeeding, but as it turns out I fit in it like a hole in a doughnut. While I need to be in the sweet spot or will give myself a conniption fit trying to do a sit up (I am sooo signing up for Pilates next week once mom goes back to work), once I hit it I am happy as a clam, sitting up a little and using my hands for essential tasks, such as:

Shoving them in my mouth (about 85% of the time in the pillow)

Doing my Mr. Burns impression ("Excellent.")

Flicking off the camera with both hands (for some reason my mom cropped this picture...)

And telling the new republican majority in the House how I feel about the election results.