Cascade Library

Another super cool thing about living in Grand Rapids is that fact that, despite the fact that they are really, really nice, there is never anyone else in the local library branches. So mommy and I take frequent advantage, as shown here in these fairly dated pictures (I have not been able to wear that shirt for months). Nenetheless, along with fun kitchens and other toys, the local library has HUGE stuffed animals to snuggle/straddle. I take full advantage.


I am holding fake bamboo to feed the panda. Seriously, who is funding this extravagance? Who cares!

He Me. He is after Me! Connor Him. Connor is after Him!

GR Kids Museum

So it turns out one of the best features of living in Grand Rapids as a 21-ish month old boy is the "super dope" (ed. note: yes, he says that now, in context, and yes, its my fault) children's museum. They have like three play kitchens, cars to pretend drive, huge bubble making facilities and, pictured below, a BALL PIT!!! The only problem, also pictured below, is that you have to share with other residents. A small price to pay for sweet, sweet immersion.

Seriously, who are you people! Yes, this was pre-haircut.

Haircut 2/12

In case anyone was concerned, yes, the editors did take me in to cut the mop of hair off my head. Unfortunately, when mom took me into get my hair cut she forgot to specify what she wanted, so I got the local default cut or "little Dutch boy". I am not sure how they found a bowl large enough to fit around my cranium, but hey, at least the end product is super cute.




You may notice my dad wearing a certain brown flannel shirt in this picture, and many others on this site. This is not because he is too lazy to go out and buy more than one shirt (at least not totally). It is because this is my FAVORITE shirt, and I DEMAND Daddy wear it at all times, since he has explained he can't wear it to work, that means he can't leave when he has it on. And that is how I like it.

Bubbles in Bath!

So, dear readers, we once again journey into bath time, which seems to generate just a lot, a lot of cute pictures (ed. note: it is also one of the few times he is contained and able to be photographed). Recently, one of my parents (ed. note: not the one responsible for giving him his bath) introduced me to the concept of bubble bath. It immediately rose to the top of my list of favorite substances, exceeding smoothies but falling short of ice cream. I now refuse to bathe without it, otherwise, how is a man supposed to get on a good bubble beard?

And of course, I cannot hog all of the joy of wearing bubble facial hair to myself. (ed. note: only one of many things I though I left behind in my freshman year of college parenthood has brought back into my life...)