First Haircut. Yes, 15 months later.

The editors, for one reason or another (fear, cuteness, ennui), have thus far put off getting my hair did. But, given the three day weekend and an uncharacteristic burst of energy, we headed for Snip-its and they strapped me into the chair. For those of you who are undoubtedly concerned, the editors tell me I was a SUPER big boy, with no crying, and, as you can see, a metric asston of cheezy grins. What can I say, I have an amazing personality (ed. note: take a look at whats in his left hand. personality my keister).

Precut, looking hot with my hockey hair!

My intrepid stylist worked flawlessly around my sucker. Yea, it was rootbeer.

OK, I needed a hair cut.

My "prize pass", which would have been a way better prize than the temporary tattoo they gave me, if they had let me take it home.

this is actually the finished product, but chronological order is for wussies.

Yes, I am generous. You are welcome.
She didn't want any, interestingly enough.

Mom did though.

Bed Head

So, quick poll faithful readers, is it time for a haircut?

Rumbling, Stumbling, Bumbling!!!

We here are Connor's Corner are hopeful, but not confident, the below video will work. Our new favorite game while we are on vacay in Montana is not sitting in Flathead Lake and throwing rocks (though that is way up there), no, it is walking from one side of Grandpa Jack's family room to the other, at least so long as there are sufficient crowds to cheer the accomplishment as if it was the re-taking of Normandy, which, lets face it, is probably faint praise for what we are doing here. Hope this works so you can all share how balanced and dexterous I am (ed note: and how incredibly proud we are).

Bathing Beauties, A Continuation of our Adventures in Mexico

One more tribute to my sweet south of the border paramour. That hat, those polka dots, the sun seems to shine right off of her, does it not. Also, special shout out to her dad, Paul, unexpectedly appearing as "that guy" to the right of this photo.
My dad said this picture typifies our experience in Mexico. He is found of stupid little idioms like that (Ed. Note: Guilty as Charged). He said the composition of this with the beer in the foreground, and my mom almost appearing to look hungrily at it while she is obviously responsible for dipping my precious person in the pool water, really plays on the duality of a supposedly romantic/adventurous/inebriated trip south of the border, when taken with a 7 month old and a 2 year old. Whatever that means. Anyway, he gets a kick out of it... Also, again, Paul's face.

It really was a lovely condo complex we stayed in. Mexico ain't half bad.

And here our photographer decided to comment on the partial story told by the few pictures of this vacation with the shot of Ella here... oh hell, who are we kidding, its poorly composed, but I really liked playing like this in the water, and here is some photographic proof. Hope you have enjoyed our trip to Mexico as much as we did...

Mexico- Tales of Mi Amor

We here at Connor's Corner realize this is a family blog, but sometimes adult situations happen in a baby's (Ed. Note: now toddler's) life that bear truthful documenting, and we hope can engender a fruitful conversation between our younger readers and their responsible parents.

As discussed in our previous post, something about the sun, the surf, the gallons of alcohol our parents were drinking, just fate, really, brought me and my first love Ella together in Mexico. While I am not really the kind to kiss and tell, we feel the following is both tasteful and essential to the ongoing plot of this blog. So without further ado, I present me and Ella's roll in the hay:

Mexico Part Tres

So, as me and mom and pops were lounging by the pool, my crush to end all crushes, Ella (an older lady!) toddled over to hang out for a bit. Seriously, look at this beauty. How could I resist showing off a bit? So, I jumped up on the old man to show my physical prowess and cat like quickness. Here I am pulling a quick diversion tactic, "Hey Dad, I am gonna steal your hat!" Moron.

And here I am enjoying the fruits of my diversion, delicious, delicious sunglasses. You know Ms. Ella was impressed. Plus, Sunglasses!

Yes, dad is wearing a goofy looking hat. He forgot to bring one down with him, and had to buy one at the nearby supermarcado. I am hoping I got mostly my mom's genes.

Anyway, how could you not fall in love with this face? So you know Ella did. Proof to follow.

Mexico Part Dos

This is how we spent a large part of our vacation in Mexico, chillin on some big round deck chairs by the pool. We (ed. note: HE) were not big fans of all that surf and sand and such, but loved hanging out around the pool and snuggling up with momma and daddy in the water. This post is more so the folks at home know just how cute I looked as I was working on perfecting my sitting up on my own and not really mobile just yet. Somehow, I didn't really get a tan on this trip, but maybe next time!