Dear Connor,
Yesterday you turned 27 months old. When we look back on this month, we will fondly remember as the month of voice. The month that you learned how to scream. You’ve known how to scream for a while now, but this is a different sort of scream. It’s a high pitched, fingernails down the chalkboard, Nazgul sort of scream. It pleases you. But us. Not so much.
We’ve been working on the inside voice. And we’ve been working on it enough; that sometimes when you wake up in the middle of the night and are feeling chatty, one of the first things that we talk about is how there is “No screaming inside. Screaming on the patio and screaming outside is ok”. You want to know if PawPaw and Grammie scream inside. You want to know if Daddy screams outside. I think you sometimes wonder why we wouldn’t do something that feels that good, at every whim… even inside. It would be nice to let out this random scream each time you get frustrated or bored inside or out. Think of how much the neighbors would love you. Think of how much money you could save on therapy.
Probably is your word this month. Daddy is probably downstairs. Tristan is probably sleeping. Connor is probably hungry. The door is probably open. You aren’t sure what it means but you hear it a lot. Things like, “It’s probably going to take Mommy a full week to write this blog entry because you will not stop climbing up the back of the office chair to stand behind me and whisper in my ear, ‘Mooooommm-eeeeeee… Are you up dare?’ while holding onto my head.” Normally this is something that would land you in time out but today I’m taking it easy on you because you have a cold. And because after three days of writing this entry, this is how far I’ve gotten. This is because you’ve learned how to open the gate that goes to the office.
We thought about removing the gate, since it’s not actually holding you in and if your Dad doesn’t stop watching when he’s walking through the hallway, you won’t have any more siblings, whether we want to or not. But we decided to leave it up, because it squeaks loudly each time it’s opened. At least then if we are making dinner, or trying to do something like have a conversation while our eyes are not on you or your brother and you go into the office, we know that we have about 10 minutes before you remember that you can shut our computer down cold by flipping all of the switches on the surge protector that the monitor sits on.
Your Dad wanted me to note this month that he fed you chopped up prunes and you liked them. I still deny this and say that you only ate them because he was eating them and because they were orange flavored. I still refuse to believe that any child of mine would eat something that foul. Even if I happened to see it with my own eyes.
You enjoy preschool so much more now. I think after missing so many days because of the holidays and having to deal with both Mommy and Daddy all day long you love it more than ever. Sometimes I really expect to hear, “Miss MARTHA! Thank GOD! Get me the hell away from these people!”, muttered under your breath when I drop you off.
You sleep in a
The other day when we were playing with a toy in the upstairs hallway and you stopped for a minute and suddenly came running over to me yelling, “ I LOVE YOU, MOMMY!” and threw your arms around my neck, hugging me. Unprompted. It made my heart swell to three times it normal size and I hugged you back tightly because I know before I know it, you’ll be saying it as you walk out the door to college. I love you too.
Love,
Mommy
1 comment:
That is Sooo sweet. You are such a great mommy.
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