Connor, when he felt good, before his crankiness crept in. We couldn't figure out if he was hurting, getting sick, or if he was just plain cranky. He wasn't over-joyed to see his Granny like he usually is when I picked him up at daycare. Shannon said he had been a little "off" all day. He didn't want the pretzels I had snagged from work for him, he fed those to Brandy. He didn't want his diaper changed. He didn't want his vegetables. He didn't want milk. He liked the musical interlude when daddy and I were sharing some online music. He snuggled quite a bit in Granny's lap. He discovered he could drink water out of a regular glass, but Granny wouldn't let him play in the water. Yep, Connor was just a little "off." He did like playing with the camera and took a pretty good picture of his Mom.
He had a sheet of stickers from a magazine that entertained him. I thought I would have to show him how to pull them off, but the wee smart guy was way ahead of me. By the time I washed my hands he had seven peeled off and was working on the eighth. It is amazing the "games" a little guy can figure out to do with stickers. He scrunched them all up in a wad and stuffed them inside one of his ball toys. He tried to feed them to Brandy along with the pretzels. He moved them from one couch to another and then back. He handed them to Granny. He stuck them to himself. He stuck them to Granny. He tried to feed them to me.
He was looking at a picture of a woman and I asked him where the shoes were and he showed me. And the eyes. And the purse.
I taught him to high-five with his foot instead of his hand. I discovered Connor is a high-fiving wonder.
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