In spite of his days of arm-numbing clinginess, Connor has his beautiful, sunny fall days of independence. When we picked him up from Jean's yesterday, he chased us up the driveway, gave me a solid look, then attempted to load himself into his bike trailer without so much as a hug or concilatory touch. He strutted around the front yard, ate a few handfuls of dirt when we got home, and took a tour of the yard with minimal help from me. He's still shy around the grandparents and uncles, though. He's warming up little by little, but it will be so nice when he runs to their open arms instead of squirming around and whining in them.
Me eat dirt? What are you talking about?
Touring the yard
We are off to visit my sister and her family this weekend, then back home for pumpkin carving (and an inevitably pumpkin gut-coated 'Rado). Pictures to come. I love this time of year!