Thanksgiving Weekend.

Big time family stuff; go figure. On Saturday I went to Holland as a couple buddies were in town. The faithful reader may have an educated guess where we went...

Baby Boy Floyd.

This is Connor after his situation with Apollo Creed, which although we tried, could just not be settled amicably. But you should have seen Creed. Oh, wait, you can check him out...

OK. It's just daycare injuries. It's a funny state law where they tell you about the injury, the details of what happened, etc., but in no way will you ever learn which 'other' child was the culprit (of course it was not intentional). At any rate, that stuff is apparently kept in the Homeland Security Files, to hear them tell it. Well, the little man is all right now.

Family Party.

Some family and friends came over on Saturday for a bigger birthday party for the little man. He enjoyed the attention and the gifts, but the "icing on the cake" for Connor was probably the actual icing on the cake.

My Parents with the Little Man.

This was after Connor's first try at trick-or-treating. I was going to title it, "The Grandparents", but then I realized that it certainly would not be adequate, or perhaps specific (is 'familiocentric' a word??), enough. Connor is blessed with many grandparents who love him dearly, but in my parents' case, I will say that he is -- for the next four weeks at least -- the only grandchild they have. And I will claim a bit of author's license since Jodi doesn't seem to have any interest in maintaining this thing. (It would be a side question to ask why I have not updated it in six weeks myself, so we'll leave that for the reporters...)

AT ANY RATE... later that night my Mom and Dad got to see the little man, and they both love the time they are able to spend with him, since they both live out of state.

P.S. A shout out to Sandi & Bob, in Arizona, who are also out of state and I'm sure miss the little man as well. You are the only ones who get the DVDs other than my Grandmother.