Dear Connor,
Oh man, you and your vehicles! The stereotype is absolutely true in your case because you are a boy and you looooove cars, monster trucks, fire engines and all things that go. You have to do creative writing for your homework every week and all you ever want to write about is cars and trucks. You have a cartooning class after school every Monday and all of the drawings you bring home are of cars and trucks. You were taking an art class at the neighborhood library and when the assignment was to draw fruit, you drew fruit . . . on the flatbed of a truck. Wow.
Love,
Mom
Monday, May 23, 2016
Friday, May 20, 2016
The Chicken or the Egg?
Dear Connor,
We had this conversation this afternoon:
You: Where does food come from? Like apples?
Me: From seeds. You plant the seeds and then the apples grow.
You: Where do the seeds come from?
Me: From inside the apple.
You: But where does the apple come from?
Me: Well, from the seed.
You: But how do you get the seed if you need to get the apple first that needs a seed?
Me: Well, um, so do you mean where did the very first apple come from?
You: Yeah.
Me: Uhhh . . .
You stumped me, kid. I said I actually don't know where the very first apple came from and you asked me if God made it :-)
Love,
Mom
We had this conversation this afternoon:
You: Where does food come from? Like apples?
Me: From seeds. You plant the seeds and then the apples grow.
You: Where do the seeds come from?
Me: From inside the apple.
You: But where does the apple come from?
Me: Well, from the seed.
You: But how do you get the seed if you need to get the apple first that needs a seed?
Me: Well, um, so do you mean where did the very first apple come from?
You: Yeah.
Me: Uhhh . . .
You stumped me, kid. I said I actually don't know where the very first apple came from and you asked me if God made it :-)
Love,
Mom
Thursday, May 19, 2016
Shattered Illusions
Dear Connor,
There's no guilt like the guilt you feel when your kid discovers that you threw his artwork into the recycling bin instead of cherishing it forever like he thought you did with all of this artwork.
Love,
Mom
There's no guilt like the guilt you feel when your kid discovers that you threw his artwork into the recycling bin instead of cherishing it forever like he thought you did with all of this artwork.
Love,
Mom
Wednesday, May 18, 2016
Chocoholic
Dear Connor,
Few things are more amusing than watching you try to scrape every last bit of chocolate pudding out of your chocolate pudding cup. Like seriously every last bit because you want to make absolutely sure that you eat all of the pudding in the cup. Boy, do you love your chocolate!
Love,
Mom
Few things are more amusing than watching you try to scrape every last bit of chocolate pudding out of your chocolate pudding cup. Like seriously every last bit because you want to make absolutely sure that you eat all of the pudding in the cup. Boy, do you love your chocolate!
Love,
Mom
Tuesday, May 17, 2016
The Consummate Bachelor
Dear Connor,
Over the weekend, we had talked about how when you become a grown-up, you won't live with us anymore because you'll get married and start a family of your own. Apparently, you do not like this plan. Yesterday, you asked me if you have to get married when you grow up. I said you don't and you looked relieved and said, "Good, because then I never have to move out and I can live with you forever. Because you're the best." Then you gave me a tight hug. Awww :-)
Love,
Mom
Over the weekend, we had talked about how when you become a grown-up, you won't live with us anymore because you'll get married and start a family of your own. Apparently, you do not like this plan. Yesterday, you asked me if you have to get married when you grow up. I said you don't and you looked relieved and said, "Good, because then I never have to move out and I can live with you forever. Because you're the best." Then you gave me a tight hug. Awww :-)
Love,
Mom
Monday, May 16, 2016
Monday Blues
Dear Connor,
"All right Monday, what kind of crap you got for me this time?"
Mondays are rough for a lot of people and I am no exception. I don't have any help from Daddy or your nanny on Mondays so I am on my own with you, MuiMui and DiDi and it's . . . a lot. You are at least in school and your after-school cartooning class until 4pm, so I only have two kids to take care of during the day, but then you come home and it's a marathon to bathe, feed and care for the three of you until you're all pj'd and in your beds by 7:30pm. Whew!
Today, though, was a little rougher than usual. DiDi threw up twice while eating his avocado and MuiMui had a bad reaction to the fresh pineapple she had for dessert, plus I've been having awful back pain since yesterday (Mama's getting oooold) and it hurts when I have to stretch up, bend down or twist to the side (so every time I move, basically). Since I had to take care of your younger siblings (and clean up the vomit), I didn't have time to sit with you and do your homework like we normally do, so I asked you if you could go in the study to try and do as much of it on your own as you could. Fifteen minutes later, you made me so proud when you emerged with *all* of your homework completed correctly! Some of the instructions were a bit involved but you were able to read them by yourself and finish every part correctly. You are so awesome!
You were also very helpful all night. You stayed with DiDi while I cleaned his high chair and threw his laundry in the washing machine and you helped me clean up the tons of books and toys that were scattered all over his room. The best was the impromptu song you made up while you were cleaning his room. You sang in a deep, booming voice, "I'm cleaning up your room! Because Mommy needs my help! Books go over here! Toys go in there! If the toys make noise, remember to turn them off!" Hahaha!
Thanks for being so great tonight, sweetie!
Love,
Mom
"All right Monday, what kind of crap you got for me this time?"
Mondays are rough for a lot of people and I am no exception. I don't have any help from Daddy or your nanny on Mondays so I am on my own with you, MuiMui and DiDi and it's . . . a lot. You are at least in school and your after-school cartooning class until 4pm, so I only have two kids to take care of during the day, but then you come home and it's a marathon to bathe, feed and care for the three of you until you're all pj'd and in your beds by 7:30pm. Whew!
Today, though, was a little rougher than usual. DiDi threw up twice while eating his avocado and MuiMui had a bad reaction to the fresh pineapple she had for dessert, plus I've been having awful back pain since yesterday (Mama's getting oooold) and it hurts when I have to stretch up, bend down or twist to the side (so every time I move, basically). Since I had to take care of your younger siblings (and clean up the vomit), I didn't have time to sit with you and do your homework like we normally do, so I asked you if you could go in the study to try and do as much of it on your own as you could. Fifteen minutes later, you made me so proud when you emerged with *all* of your homework completed correctly! Some of the instructions were a bit involved but you were able to read them by yourself and finish every part correctly. You are so awesome!
You were also very helpful all night. You stayed with DiDi while I cleaned his high chair and threw his laundry in the washing machine and you helped me clean up the tons of books and toys that were scattered all over his room. The best was the impromptu song you made up while you were cleaning his room. You sang in a deep, booming voice, "I'm cleaning up your room! Because Mommy needs my help! Books go over here! Toys go in there! If the toys make noise, remember to turn them off!" Hahaha!
Thanks for being so great tonight, sweetie!
Love,
Mom
Sunday, May 15, 2016
Shout It Out
Dear Connor,
We were in the kitchen the other day while MuiMui was upstairs and I asked you if you could tell her to come downstairs for dinner. Instead of going upstairs--or even to the foot of the stairs--to ask her to come like I expected you to, you stayed where you were and screamed at the top of your lungs, "LILA! COME DOWNSTAIRS FOR DINNER!!" Well, I could have done that!
Love,
Mom
We were in the kitchen the other day while MuiMui was upstairs and I asked you if you could tell her to come downstairs for dinner. Instead of going upstairs--or even to the foot of the stairs--to ask her to come like I expected you to, you stayed where you were and screamed at the top of your lungs, "LILA! COME DOWNSTAIRS FOR DINNER!!" Well, I could have done that!
Love,
Mom
Tuesday, May 10, 2016
Pizza Pizza!
Dear Connor,
You just shouted out in your sleep, "Pizza! Pizza! Pizza!" Haha, hungry?
Love,
Mom
You just shouted out in your sleep, "Pizza! Pizza! Pizza!" Haha, hungry?
Love,
Mom
Sunday, May 8, 2016
Two Days of Nothing
Dear Connor,
It was Mother's Day today and you were so sweet. For the past several days, you have been insisting that I get "two days of [doing] nothing" for Mother's Day and you followed through on that today and kept asking me what you could do for me. "What can I do that you normally do?" were your exact words and when you were out with Daddy earlier this morning, you told him, "Let's go home and cook dinner so Mommy doesn't have to!"
Thank you so much for spoiling me today with your awesome cards, the yummy cherry blossom mousse cake you and Daddy picked up for me from one of my favorite bakeries and for helping me Swiffer the second floor (even if it did take you painfully slow to finish). I loved my special day of "nothing!"
Love,
Mom
It was Mother's Day today and you were so sweet. For the past several days, you have been insisting that I get "two days of [doing] nothing" for Mother's Day and you followed through on that today and kept asking me what you could do for me. "What can I do that you normally do?" were your exact words and when you were out with Daddy earlier this morning, you told him, "Let's go home and cook dinner so Mommy doesn't have to!"
Thank you so much for spoiling me today with your awesome cards, the yummy cherry blossom mousse cake you and Daddy picked up for me from one of my favorite bakeries and for helping me Swiffer the second floor (even if it did take you painfully slow to finish). I loved my special day of "nothing!"
Love,
Mom
Thursday, May 5, 2016
Your Body Is A Wonderland
Dear Connor,
Things you've said recently:
"My penis is big. It's big because it's made out of wood."
Me, after a particularly busy day: I'm sorry I didn't have time to play with you today.
You: Well, you should have thought about that before you had more kids.
You, after misreading a sign at the aquarium that said "Hippo Haven": I want to go to Hippo Heaven. I want to see what happens when hippos die.
You: Mommy, can I explore your body?
Me, shocked: Excuse me?!?
You: Can I go inside your body?
Me, so embarrassed because we are walking down a busy street and people can hear us: What?!
You: Can I go inside your mouth? Or your vagina?
Me, red from embarrassment at this point: Oh my god, Connor, stop talking! Why are you asking me these kinds of questions?? [light bulb goes off] Did you watch an episode of "The Magic School Bus" or something where they traveled into someone's body?
Connor: Yeah, they went inside Arnold's body.
Me, relieved: Ohhhhh.
You never cease to amuse me with the funny things that come out of your mouth!
Love,
Mom
Things you've said recently:
"My penis is big. It's big because it's made out of wood."
Me, after a particularly busy day: I'm sorry I didn't have time to play with you today.
You: Well, you should have thought about that before you had more kids.
You, after misreading a sign at the aquarium that said "Hippo Haven": I want to go to Hippo Heaven. I want to see what happens when hippos die.
You: Mommy, can I explore your body?
Me, shocked: Excuse me?!?
You: Can I go inside your body?
Me, so embarrassed because we are walking down a busy street and people can hear us: What?!
You: Can I go inside your mouth? Or your vagina?
Me, red from embarrassment at this point: Oh my god, Connor, stop talking! Why are you asking me these kinds of questions?? [light bulb goes off] Did you watch an episode of "The Magic School Bus" or something where they traveled into someone's body?
Connor: Yeah, they went inside Arnold's body.
Me, relieved: Ohhhhh.
You never cease to amuse me with the funny things that come out of your mouth!
Love,
Mom
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