Armed and Dangerous

These pictures are mainly included to satisfy Grandpa Pat's yuck-face fetish, but if you look closely at the first one, you will notice the way my meals usually go now, which is with me refusing to be spoon fed unless I am doing it myself. My parents tell me this leads to an inordinate amount of food all over my face (ed. note: generally as far up as above his eyebrows) and the back of the chair behind me (I have a habit of grabbing the spoon and jerking it strongly away from whoever is feeding me, even when the spoon is given willingly. This will lead to an airborne serving of virtually all but the most viscus foods). The editors have largely given up spoon feeding attempts and are moving more and more to Indian-style eating with ones hands. If it works for 2 billion people, why not for us?

Cute Momma, Cute Boy

Moving to Michigan hasn't been all bad, plenty of lovely places to get backpacked up and go for a walk. This is, of course, the only 2 seconds of the walk I was willing to keep the hat on.

Assorted Goofiness

Sometimes when mom gives me a teething biscuit, she puts a bib on me. Much more effective is when she just takes everything other than my diaper off of me. I am easier to wash sometimes than my clothes. I am also partaking in my new favorite activity, playing with my booster seat/high chair. There are often leftover cheerios and or pieces of fruit which I can turn into a convenient snack later on in the day. Why did you think I snuck so many of them off my tray?

This is perhaps my second favorite activity now, smashing my face against windows and, much more often, the clear top of a drum that Grandma Patty bought me because I like to make noise so much. The volume of laughter produced by the editors when I do this is only topped by the volume I produce while mashing this thing against one of their faces.

Sometimes a man needs some room to breathe while eating. Grandma Patty understands this better than most, which is why my parents have found me running around pantsless every time they have picked me up from a Connor Deposit with the grandparents. Or at least that's what they hope...

Bye-Bye Chi!

Though it is a late memorialization, Daddy headed down to Chi-city a couple weeks ago to supervise the ceremonial cleaning out of the condo, we are closed and sold and hopefully the new owners are living blissfully in our much-missed Wicker Park pad. Despite my decently high fever which forced me and the moms to miss the trip, we are greatly looking forward to our re-appearance in Chicago in early June when dad attends a conference and I get back in touch with all my favorite Wicker Park meet-up friends (and Tiff). We love and miss you 1640, but are very very excited about 6290!!!

Extreme Swinging

The editors are constantly taking me to public parks to get my swing on whenever the sputtering spring gets its act together enough to justify going outside. I really enjoy it, but lets not pretend this post is anything other than an excuse to post the following goofy-looking picture of my sun hat looking like some kind of novelty cowboy hat due to some high winds:

First Beets

For some reason, mom and dad switched to golden beets after this meal.

Hello...

Are you still out there? Cause I am still in your computer, looking to get out...

Ed. Note: The team over here at Connor's Corner knows that you have been deprived of a couple months of our delightful subject matter, and we are sorry, but frankly, Connor is way too entertaining for us to be spending time transcribing how entertaining he is. By the time we are done sharing the entertainment, other entertainment has passed us by! Regardless, we are going to be dropping posts of concentrated pictures with limited text (Yes, we know you only read this for the articles) to make sure everyone sees the continued force of cuteness CPG remained, even if you have not been able to see him.