Dear Connor - 5 Years, 3 Months

Dear Connor,
Something magical happened this weekend. It snowed. You and your brother couldn’t get out the door fast enough. After about 20 minutes, you couldn’t get in the door fast enough because it was dang cold outside and still sleeting. Daddy took you around a few laps in the sled, you tried to make some snowballs out of the sleet ice combination and concluded that snowball making was very hard. We did explain that it wasn’t good snowball snow, but that didn’t stop you from trying. For some reason the snow seeped in and cut off communication with your brain because later in the afternoon we let you out front for a minute while we finished bundling up your brother and then Daddy walked outside to find you standing on the roof of his car which was completely coated with a thick layer of ice. I don’t know how we’ve managed not to be on a first name basis with everyone in the ER but so far we’ve (you’ve) been lucky.

Today all of the kids were sledding down the hill in front of our house and you took a couple of turns and then decided that you wanted to go and sit by yourself in the snow by our house. Daddy came over to make snowballs with you and you were appeased for a little while but still didn’t have much interest in sledding. You did however have interest in the snow cream that we made yesterday, announcing that since it was made from snow instead of ice that it was ice cream. You cracked yourself up.
I don’t have any endearing you and brother stories to tell this month. There’s been mostly fighting. Always the fighting. I think it’s probably a phase or at least I hope it is. Your “little bother” can’t help but poke you when he walks by. And you will not resist the urge to poke him back.

Every day at school you have a different friend that’s your new best friend. I’m happy that you are making friends and I am angry for you if you tell me a story about how you were snubbed by another child. One day, you told me that you told the little girl in your class that her shoes were very pretty. You said that you told her that so she would like you and want to play with you but she still wouldn’t play with you. She was trying to teach you something very important. That no matter how hard you try you’ll never figure out girls. Just ask Daddy.
I love you,
Mama