Conor has surprised me recently with some things he has said and done.
Last week he was mad about something, something specific and mad at me specifically. I might have said no more candy until he ate his lunch. Something like that. Well, he yelled at me that he didn't love me. Ouch! That hurt, even though he's 3 and doesn't mean it, it's not nice to hear. I said that wasn't nice, and then just moved on. An hour or so later he came running into the bedroom where I was putting clothes away and said, "Mommy I'm sorry!" I had no idea what he was talking about because we'd been joking about something a few minutes earlier. So I asked him what he was sorry for, and he said he was sorry for saying he didn't love me. I was pretty astounded. He's starting to develop an awareness of himself and how he relates to others.
The other thing he did today showed his sense of humor. He's a funny boy, always laughing, but this really got me. We were brushing his teeth with him sitting on my lap. I didn't realize he reached around me with his right arm, to tap my right shoulder. He kept talking to me about something else. He was playing the joke on me where you tap on someone's shoulder to get them to look, but no one is actually there. He sees his dad do this to Ian, Madison or me all the time. I think he'll be keeping me on my toes!
Friday, June 22, 2012
Wednesday, June 6, 2012
A Whole Year Passed Us By!
Unforgiveable! But in my defense I was enjoying life, enjoying my family and especially enjoying watching Conor grow before my eyes (but wishing it would slow down just a bit).
In that time so much has occurred. The family took a trip to Illinois to visit Steve's family (last July), my mom moved back to Washington with her husband Bob (last October), we have a kid that now drives (Ian), and another that is now officially a teenager (Madison).
For Conor I don't know where to begin. His growth and development has been a sneaky thing. From one day to the next we think he is still just our little boy (and he is), but whereas he once needed our goading to try out his potty chair and forego diapers during the daytime, he now hits the bathroom first thing in the morning all on his own before we are even up - and we're talking the big chair, not some kiddy potty chair. "I'm a big boy now" he likes to tell us. He is taller than the kitchen counter. He knows how to use the tv remote control (somewhat). He can hear reggae music on the stereo and tell you it's Bob Marley, or "The Heart of Rock and Roll" is by Huey Lewis. He understands the difference between capital letters and small letters. He's pretty good with a soccer ball and he is all about winning of course.
As of January Conor no longer attends the nursery on Sundays at church. He goes to Sunday school with the pre-k crowd where he practices gluing cotton balls to paper plates to represent God's sheep or draws pictures of whales and other Old T characters. It's one step away from the nursery, but one step closer to learning about God and building a relationship with Him. I saw him put his hands together in prayer and bow his head for the first time a few Sundays ago. Very sweet. It was my first time to see him do that and I'm guessing the kids pick it up from each other and on the teacher's instruction. This is how it all starts.
Here's Conor with Uncle Scott on a recent visit. Special treat was a ride on Uncle Scott's lawn mower.
In that time so much has occurred. The family took a trip to Illinois to visit Steve's family (last July), my mom moved back to Washington with her husband Bob (last October), we have a kid that now drives (Ian), and another that is now officially a teenager (Madison).
For Conor I don't know where to begin. His growth and development has been a sneaky thing. From one day to the next we think he is still just our little boy (and he is), but whereas he once needed our goading to try out his potty chair and forego diapers during the daytime, he now hits the bathroom first thing in the morning all on his own before we are even up - and we're talking the big chair, not some kiddy potty chair. "I'm a big boy now" he likes to tell us. He is taller than the kitchen counter. He knows how to use the tv remote control (somewhat). He can hear reggae music on the stereo and tell you it's Bob Marley, or "The Heart of Rock and Roll" is by Huey Lewis. He understands the difference between capital letters and small letters. He's pretty good with a soccer ball and he is all about winning of course.
As of January Conor no longer attends the nursery on Sundays at church. He goes to Sunday school with the pre-k crowd where he practices gluing cotton balls to paper plates to represent God's sheep or draws pictures of whales and other Old T characters. It's one step away from the nursery, but one step closer to learning about God and building a relationship with Him. I saw him put his hands together in prayer and bow his head for the first time a few Sundays ago. Very sweet. It was my first time to see him do that and I'm guessing the kids pick it up from each other and on the teacher's instruction. This is how it all starts.
Here's Conor with Uncle Scott on a recent visit. Special treat was a ride on Uncle Scott's lawn mower.
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