Dear Connor: Month Thirty-One

Oh, Connor. We were having such a nice month. You were napping more often, tantruming less often, and generally becoming such a big boy.

Then, two days ago, you painted your walls in poo.


I know the rest of the month wasn’t so bad, but Wednesday’s incident is kind of hard to forget.

I guess we should talk about that first, and get it out of the way.

OK, that’s a little weird. My Google Doodle just wished me a Happy Birthday. #bigbrotheriswatchingyou


Did a core fitness workout for 40 mins and felt great. New stuff with resistance bands worked new spots.

No drawing in today’s #hobonichi #techo entry; just lots of #gardening planning. Hooray, spring!


Our Easter present from our toddler was a second helping of shit smeared on the walls of his room during Quiet Time. Fuck me. #FML

Really, #autocorrect ?