I
wanted to do a little review of what Connor’s doing and saying and just...knowing lately, mostly for me (remember, this blog is like my
scrapbook) but also for our family
and friends who know and love him but don’t get to see him as often.
Instead
of “I” or “me,” Connor says “my.” So, for instance, we hear, “My do
it” and “My coming, Mama!” as he slides on his belly down the stairs. The
other night I was taking
Connor and Monte on a walk and he said, out of nowhere, “My happy.” I
translated it back to him to make sure I understood what he was saying:
“Are you happy?” And he simply said, “Yeah.” Any parent would be happy
to hear that, but it was especially nice
for this working mom to hear.
The
McHusband gave Connor some cashews and he ate a couple pieces then
picked up one that was whole. He held it up, looked at it and said, “Moon.” Why
yes, my genius son, a cashew
is moon shaped. #harvardherewecome
Continuing with the topic of my son's obvious brilliance, his other amazing skill is counting. Sure, it's only to two and it seems more reliable when there's food involved, but hey, we all need motivation, right? I had made some blueberry muffins for Teacher Appreciation Week at daycare and while I sent regular-sized muffins in to the teachers, I made some mini muffins to keep at home. When Connor finished his dinner, I offered him a muffin as a treat, and as soon as I turned away after handing him one, I heard, "My want two." How could I say no?
I
am almost always surprised when Connor recalls something without any
prompting. Sunday night, just before bed, we were playing with his indoor
basketball goal and throwing
the balls around. He then went across the room to get the blanket on
the back of the couch because he apparently remembered that night when
we got back from our Nashville trip (Easter Sunday) and we each held part of the blanket
and bounced a ball around on it. We hadn’t
done that since and it was only the one time but apparently it stuck
with him.
He loves Jeeps right now, thanks to
My Truck is Stuck.
And we practice our colors when we see them. He knows red ones without
our help and even called out a purple one – and he was right!
Connor
loves to “help” the McHusband outside: mowing the grass on the tractor,
shoveling dirt, sweeping, it doesn’t matter what the chore is, Connor
thinks it’s great fun.
Let’s hope he hasn’t lost ALL that enthusiasm when he’s 12 and can
actually be of assistance. He also likes to use my broom inside so if I
can just get him to sweep with intention, I’m thinking he can be
promoted from Apprentice to Head Sweeper sooner than
later. (I realize that most kids go through a helper or monkey
see-monkey do phase so this isn’t something unique to Connor; I’m just
trying to write down that he’s doing it now for my own recollection
looking back.)
Connor
is a generally happy kid and I’m going to give most of the credit to
the McHusband and me. I mean, I think it’s in Connor’s nature to be
agreeable, but even nice
people can be grouchy when they are tired or hungry or not taking care
of themselves. We try to make sure that Connor gets enough sleep, eats
well, and gets his fair share of fresh air while limiting any TV
watching. He only ever watches either Chuggington or Mickey Mouse Clubhouse and if he watches at all during the week,
it’s typically just one 25-minute episode when we get home (while the
McHusband and I feed animals and get Connor’s dinner together) or maybe
two episodes on a weekend day: one in the morning
and one in the evening. Oh! That’s another thing that’s new. Mickey
is meant to be interactive and we’ve started hearing Connor answer
questions when the characters ask them.
There’s
so much more to our little towhead that I could go on and on. But I
don’t have the energy to break it all up with pictures and, let’s face
it, a post with all text
just isn’t as much fun to read. Just take my word that he’s a special
little guy. Not that I’m biased… ;)
