Ahh, my son Connor. You have to love him. You have to watch him like a hawk. I stepped out of the room for a moment and returned to my youngest sitting atop the kitchen table, acting as if this is a normal place for him to be. Sometimes with Connor, I am not sure whether to laugh or scold. I did get my camera, so perhaps he will find this to be okay, however he was removed shortly thereafter.
He is full of sweetness, hugs and kisses. He is also full of mischief and focus. The child knows what he wants. Knows what he doesn't want and doesn't mind letting you know. We are now beginning the harder discipline with him and he is not happy when the word "no" is directed toward him.
So, I imagine Connor's persistence will find him up on the table a few more times. But I have to love his little spirit, he never ceases to amaze me at his tender age.
2 comments:
He is precious! Looks smoochable!
Betsy
Keep an eye on that one! LOL I had one like that (my youngest). He climbed and crawled everywhere!!
Connor is so cute, it must be hard to get mad at him!
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