I never thought I would look forward to the day Connor hopped out of bed a couple of times after we put him in there for the night. But tonight I was glad to see that the old Connor has returned. He's decided to eat, be pleasant, and run around suggesting 3 million different things to do in the span of the next 15 minutes. This is in stark contrast to the last week, which was a bit unpleasant due to a monster cold that took him (and the rest of us) down. Good to have you back, Buster.