Dear Connor,
How your sister plays with her baby Belle doll: Lila rocks her, pretends to feed her with her toy bottle and covers her with a blanket when it is time for her nap.
How you play with the baby Belle doll: You smack her in the face repeatedly with the xylophone stick and lay her on the floor before trampling her violently with the doll stroller.
Love,
Mom
Wednesday, August 27, 2014
Tuesday, August 26, 2014
Mr. Confident
Dear Connor,
As someone who has always struggled with insecurity, I really admire your confidence.
Exhibit A: In the car the other day, we were driving along and everyone was being quiet, lost in their own thoughts, when you suddenly blurted out, "Mommy, you know what? Everyone likes me."
Exhibit B: You were watching me put on makeup and asked if you could wear makeup. I said you don't need makeup because you're perfect. You responded very matter-of-factly, "Yeah."
Love,
Mom
As someone who has always struggled with insecurity, I really admire your confidence.
Exhibit A: In the car the other day, we were driving along and everyone was being quiet, lost in their own thoughts, when you suddenly blurted out, "Mommy, you know what? Everyone likes me."
Exhibit B: You were watching me put on makeup and asked if you could wear makeup. I said you don't need makeup because you're perfect. You responded very matter-of-factly, "Yeah."
Love,
Mom
Wednesday, August 20, 2014
Schooled By a Preschooler
Dear Connor,
I love it when you remember the lessons I teach you and hate it when they somehow come back to bite me in the butt. Your little sister was misbehaving last night while we were having dinner and you stopped eating to scold her. I told you, "Just eat. Don't worry about MuiMui. Just worry about yourself." You replied, "You shouldn't worry about yourself. That's being selfish." Schooled!
Love,
Mom
I love it when you remember the lessons I teach you and hate it when they somehow come back to bite me in the butt. Your little sister was misbehaving last night while we were having dinner and you stopped eating to scold her. I told you, "Just eat. Don't worry about MuiMui. Just worry about yourself." You replied, "You shouldn't worry about yourself. That's being selfish." Schooled!
Love,
Mom
Tuesday, August 19, 2014
Pretend Mommy
Dear Connor,
This afternoon, you slipped a plastic Superman ring on your finger, put MuiMui's purse over your shoulder, started pushing the doll stroller around the dining room and said to me, "I'm the pretend Mommy and you're the real Mommy." Imitation really is the sincerest form of flattery :)
Love,
Mom
This afternoon, you slipped a plastic Superman ring on your finger, put MuiMui's purse over your shoulder, started pushing the doll stroller around the dining room and said to me, "I'm the pretend Mommy and you're the real Mommy." Imitation really is the sincerest form of flattery :)
Love,
Mom
Thursday, August 14, 2014
Planes, Trains and Automobiles
Dear Connor,
Your obsession with planes, trains, automobiles, buses, trucks, rocket ships and basically anything with wheels or wings began right before you turned 2 years old and is still going strong now that you're almost 4. When you were 2 and riding in the car with Daddy and me, you'd scream out whenever you saw a big vehicle on the road next to us: "TRUCK! TRUCK! Mommy, TRUUUUUCK!" Now, you still do the same thing, except you are more specific: "FLATBED TRUCK! SCHOOL BUS! CAR TRANSPORTER! Mommy, look! GARBAGE TRUCK! GARBAGE TRUCK! GARBAGE TRUUUUUCK!" (You are also way louder now, too, FYI).
It's funny how you fulfilled this boy stereotype and just naturally gravitated toward all things that move, even when Daddy and I didn't really do anything to encourage it (we bought you toy cars, sure, but also lots of gender-neutral toys like musical instruments, too). And it's really cute to see your face light up and to practically feel the excitement emanating from your body when a fire truck comes down the street or a helicopter flies overhead. There is an overpass above several train tracks that is not too far from our house and you love it when I take you there to watch all the trains go by. You could spend hours there and are so happy when a train zooms past, especially when the train operator sees you and blows the whistle to say hi to you. It's so sweet to see how much joy such a simple thing brings you.
And then there was the day they were repaving our street a couple of weeks ago. You sat on the steps outside our house, ate a snack and watched the asphalt pavers, steam rollers and dump trucks go up and down the street all afternoon. Gotta love such good free entertainment!
Love,
Mom
Your obsession with planes, trains, automobiles, buses, trucks, rocket ships and basically anything with wheels or wings began right before you turned 2 years old and is still going strong now that you're almost 4. When you were 2 and riding in the car with Daddy and me, you'd scream out whenever you saw a big vehicle on the road next to us: "TRUCK! TRUCK! Mommy, TRUUUUUCK!" Now, you still do the same thing, except you are more specific: "FLATBED TRUCK! SCHOOL BUS! CAR TRANSPORTER! Mommy, look! GARBAGE TRUCK! GARBAGE TRUCK! GARBAGE TRUUUUUCK!" (You are also way louder now, too, FYI).
It's funny how you fulfilled this boy stereotype and just naturally gravitated toward all things that move, even when Daddy and I didn't really do anything to encourage it (we bought you toy cars, sure, but also lots of gender-neutral toys like musical instruments, too). And it's really cute to see your face light up and to practically feel the excitement emanating from your body when a fire truck comes down the street or a helicopter flies overhead. There is an overpass above several train tracks that is not too far from our house and you love it when I take you there to watch all the trains go by. You could spend hours there and are so happy when a train zooms past, especially when the train operator sees you and blows the whistle to say hi to you. It's so sweet to see how much joy such a simple thing brings you.
And then there was the day they were repaving our street a couple of weeks ago. You sat on the steps outside our house, ate a snack and watched the asphalt pavers, steam rollers and dump trucks go up and down the street all afternoon. Gotta love such good free entertainment!
Love,
Mom
Wednesday, August 13, 2014
Chocolate Brown
Dear Connor,
Here's another entry for the "Connor Says the Darndest Things" file. When you saw an ice cream truck on your way to camp this morning, you turned to your nanny and exclaimed, "Ice cream truck! I love chocolate ice cream! I love chocolate!" Your nanny--who is West Indian, by the way--told you that she loves chocolate, too, and you responded, "Is that why your skin is brown? Because you eat a lot of chocolate?" Oye :)
Love,
Mom
Friday, August 8, 2014
Rise and (Un)Shine
Dear Connor,
Know what's awesome? Sleeping in. Know what's not awesome? You coming into my bedroom this morning at 5:30 A-freaking-M, pulling my window shades up, blinding me with sunlight and shouting, "Mommy! It's morning time! Mr. Sun is out! It's time to wake up!" Uhhhggggghhh.
You put the cherry on top of our extra early morning when--while Daddy and I were getting dressed upstairs and you were supposed to be eating breakfast downstairs--you suddenly decided to put on your shoes and open the front door. It was a pretty serious incident because a) you're not supposed to open the front door by yourself and b) you set off the super-loud-screechy-wailing house alarm, which made me jump a foot in the air and most likely woke up our entire block. Uhhhggggghhh.
Love,
(A very sleepy) Mom
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