Conner is crawling. On Memorial Day he made his first move towards a new life of rebellion and destruction. Life, as we have known it, is over.
Since he has been crawling, I have noticed a few things...
Pools of drool left on the filthy kitchen floor.
I've been seeing more of his rear, than his face.
No No Baby! Don't eat the nasty kitchen rug! 
Boo-ya! I caught ya!
We've installed a new gate to the stairs.
We have decided to make Conner our new "shredder". Bring your junk mail over, he'll shred it to smithereens.
One good thing about Conner crawling now.... is when he crawls to me!
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