bad mommy... again.

friday, i took Connor out to have lunch with grandma. little guy tripped and fell on his face. he still doesn't quite have his balance down but his mind keeps telling him to run. i felt so bad. he has scrapes on his forehead and nose.

yet little guy is a tough little cookie. he goes on playing like there's no tomorrow.


Connor displayed his first temper tantrum this weekend. i don't know if it was the full moon, but he was definitely not acting himself. i dread the day he hits his terrible twos.

Connor's auntie was forced to visit him last week.

they're the same age. can you tell? sequence of events.





Connor is afraid of the vacuum cleaner but is intrigued by it.


watching his daddy vacuum from afar.