That Talk

Dear Connor,

At bedtime last night:

You: Mommy, how did you get pregnant?
Me: Umm . . . Well, Daddy and I wanted to have another baby and then I got pregnant.
You: So you said you wanted to get pregnant and then somebody stuck the baby inside of you?
Me: Uh . . . yeah.
You: Were you at the hospital when you said that?
Me: Um . . . yep!

I'm usually completely honest with you but I'm not ready to have *that* talk with you yet!

Love,
Mom

Baby Pressure

Dear Connor,

My friends Uncle Hode and Aunt Susan have a little girl named Kaira. We saw them this past weekend and you asked Uncle Hode, "Why does your family only have three people? Why don't you have a brother? You should have another baby so that you have four people in your family."

And Uncle Hode thought the pressure to have another baby from his mom and mother-in-law were bad!

Love,
Mom

Why Oh Why?

Dear Connor,

I love reading to you, but now it takes us about three times as long to get through a single book. Here's why:

Me (reading Alexander and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day): I went to sleep with gum in my mouth-
You: Why does he have gum in his mouth?
Me: Because he was chewing gum. I went to sleep with gum in my mouth and now there's gum in my hair and when I got out of bed this morning I tripped on the skateboard-
You: Why did he trip on the skateboard?
Me: Because he didn't look where he was going. I tripped on the skateboard and by mistake I dropped my sweater in the sink-
You: Why did he drop his sweater in the sink?
Me: It was an accident. I dropped my sweater in the sink while the water was running-
You: Why did he drop it while the water was running?
Me: *big sigh*

Love,
Mom

Pregnant Forever

Dear Connor,

You are so excited to meet your new sibling and ask me all of the time, "Is it June today? Is the baby coming out yet?" Yesterday morning, you commented on how big my belly is and asked me again of it's June. I said nope, not yet and you replied with a *huge* sigh, "You're going to be pregnant forever." No, but it feels like that to me, too!

Love,
Mom

Connor Loves Me

Dear Connor,

One of your best friends at school is a girl named Sophia. She is in your class and you two play together on the school lawn every day after school. Yesterday at dismissal, she ran up to your nanny and shouted, "Connor said he loves me! Connor said he loves me!" Aww, young love :)

Love,
Mom

Spilled Secret

Dear Connor,

Funny things you said this week:

-You saw one of my bras and yelled out, "Mommy, I see your boobie cover!"

-After you finished peeing yesterday morning, you said to me, "Whoa, look at how big my penis is. Mommy, did you know that when you think about something cute, your penis gets longer?" What the what?! What are you talking about?? Aren't you a decade too young to be knowing about that already?? And what kind of "cute" things are you thinking about when you're a 4-year-old?!?!

-You whispered to Daddy this morning, "Mommy hid the birthday cards that we made for you." When I heard you say that, I said to you, "Connor! That was supposed to be a secret!" You responded, "I know. That's why I whispered it to Daddy!"

Love,
Mom

Mom and Dad

Dear Connor,

When you first started talking, you called Daddy and me "Dada" and "Mama." When you were almost 2 years old, you switched to Daddy and Mommy and you'd been calling us that ever since, until recently. For some reason, you have started to call us Dad and Mom and maybe it's because it makes you sound like such a big kid instead of our little boy, but we don't like it. So stop. Go back to Daddy and Mommy. Thank you.

Love,
Mommy