While Tim was out of town, Cormick and I attended "Boo in the Zoo."

Rather than compete in the Needle in the Haystack game, Cormick just flounced about.

Cormick eventually fell down. Rather than help him, I took a picture.

Cormick lounging in the ball pit at the Youth Center Halloween party.

Cormick trying to make an escape in our neighbor's car

Cormick in his Halloween costume eating part of a bagel

We went to the children's section of the art museum this morning. Cormick likes this lady but he likes her phone even better.

Cormick's favorite exhibit. You can push different buttons to make the cars race.

Very serious about his racing

Climbing on the artwork

Mom and Cormick at the end of a wrestling match. But who's the victor?

Smiley boy

Behold! Cormick's true identity is revealed.

Another great fall day

The next series of photos will surely be the first exhibits in our child endangerment trial. Cormick's developed a very unique way to open the blinds.

Now why would Cormick step over his Grandma to perch on the top of the chair?

Because he's a self-proclaimed parrot. Of course. Silly us for not recognizing his bird qualities earlier.

Tim's parents came to visit this weekend. Doesn't this picture perfectly sum up the energy of youth versus the "relaxation" of age?

On this beautiful fall day, Cormick was fortunate enough to go with his grandparents to the park.

Feeding the ducks

"I'm so cute!"

"Aren't I Grandma?"

"Aren't I Grandpa?"

I don't think you heard me earlier. I SAID, "Aren't I Grandpa?!"

Ahhh. Love the pillow . . .

Grrr! Hate the pillow!