The Joy of Being Connor

You can tell when Connor is up, there is the slamming of the door to his room followed (usually) by the bathroom. I am not sure why he closes them as loudly as he does, conventional methods of countering this behavior have not been very productive, as we cannot address the issue instantly after it occurs.

Next he will head out into the back yard to A. pick blackberries or B. jump on the trampoline. It is not uncommon for him to cap his days with jumping. Next he will either get a bowl of cereal or request pancakes or waffles from his groggy parents (who's room is next to the door out back).

I have rarely seen him without a smile in the morning. He still likes to cuddle, enjoys hugs and frequently has an idea of something fun to participate with. The degree of "fun" you will experience with a given Connor activity is questionable. However, the fun is greatly enhanced by any observation of the wondrous joy said event causes Connor.

He has such joy in his heart, a twinkle in his eye and a sing-song humm about him. This is a constant.

The oft mentioned observation by people is "He sure is a happy kid"

Photo via Tina's Blog and the Department of Redundancy Dept, for repitition.