Monday, July 16, 2012

Online Love

Dear Connor,

You were playing with my phone today and managed to log onto the dating website Match.com. You already have several girlfriends but that is apparently not enough, you little player!

Love,
Mom

Thursday, July 12, 2012

Potty Mouth

Dear Connor,

You learned how to say the word "short" today! And as with the words car, truck and frog, your pronunciation of your newest word is not G-rated. 

Me: Connor, are you tall or short?
You: <expletive that is a four-letter word for poop>

Yeah, we better work on that one, too.

Love,
Mom

Tuesday, July 10, 2012

Fay Da Fan

Dear Connor,

We often go to a Chinese bakery named Fay Da near our house and you love the steamed buns there. And I mean LOVE. As soon as we step foot inside the bakery, you start shouting at the top of your lungs, "Bao bao! Bao bao! Bao baaaaaaaooooooo!" Um, can we use our inside voice please? You scream for the buns as if I haven't fed you in days and don't stop until you have the pillowy white bread in your chubby little hands. I always have to rush to the counter and order the buns as fast as I can while ignoring the stares from EVERYONE in the store. And when we're home, you start yelling, "Bao bao!!!" even if you just see Fay Da's signature yellow plastic bag.

PoiPoi said I should teach you how to say "Fay Da" because then the bakery could hire you to stand outside and advertise for them by shouting, "Fay Da bao bao! Fay Da bao bao!"

Love,
Mom

Monday, July 9, 2012

Cookie Catastrophe

Dear Connor,

You asked me for a cookie.
I gave you a cookie.
You started whining for a second cookie before you'd even taken a bite out of the cookie I already gave you.
I told you to eat the cookie you had first.
You cried.
I explained to you that you already had a cookie in your hand and that you had to eat that one before I'd give you another one.
You cried harder.
And harder.
My patience wearing thin, I yelled at you to stop crying or I would not give you anymore cookies ever.
You stopped crying but whimpered while you ate your cookie.
You finished your cookie and started whining for another one.
I handed you a second cookie.
You shook your head, started crying and wouldn't take the cookie because you apparently didn't want it anymore.

Oh. My. GOD.

Love,
Mom

Sunday, July 8, 2012

Bad Words

Dear Connor,

When you first learned how to say the words "car" and "truck," sometimes you combined them into one word and said what sounded like "cock." We'd be walking down the street and you'd point at vehicles and shout, "Cock!" Oh my. Thankfully, you don't do that anymore. But now you say the word "frog" and it sounds as if you're saying a very different, very bad four-letter word that also begins with f. We better work on that.

Love,
Mom

Saturday, July 7, 2012

22 Months

Dear Connor,

You are 22 months old today! I can't believe you are almost 2 years old. Here is an update on the things you've been doing and learning recently:

-You continue to learn new words every day. The latest ones are sun, moon, rocks, bobo (rainbow), stroller, slippers, cup, sad, itchy, shark, frog, puppy, mouse, cycle (motorcycle), fan, chair, snack, cheese, cereal, sneeze, smee mee (excuse me), all done, all clean, jump, airplane, fay gay (Chinese for airplane), voom (vacuum), mouth, hands, hair, elbow, tummy, burp, straw, yummy, yucky, stairs, drum, sky, yay, hooray, home, soup, shiny, funny, bunny, mango and gai gai (Chinese for chicken).

-You can say, "It's so cool!" which is, well, so cool!

-You've learned the color blue--and only blue. Whenever I ask you what color something is, you always reply, "Blue." Aunt Yuan said her sons also said everything was blue at first. Is this a boy thing?

-You know the word oi neow (Chinese for peeing) and say, "Poo poo!" after you poop. If you could learn to tell me these things before you pee or poop, we could master potty training in no time!


-You can kind of ask the questions, "What should we do?" and "Where did it go?" You hold your hands up in the air and ask, "Do?" and "Go?"

-One of the newest phrases you've picked up is "how about." When I ask you which snack you want to eat or which book you want to read, you scan the pantry/bookshelf and say, "How about . . ." before picking something out. You sound like such an adult!

-You can say your name but when I ask you what it is, you still say, "Me!"



-You can identify and say all of the names of the shapes on your shape puzzle and put all of the pieces in the correct spots. When you see certain shapes in our house or when we're out, you often point them out and call them out by name.

-You can count from 0 to 12.

-You love it when we play our squeeze game. You sit behind me on the couch and wrap your arms around me, I lean back onto you and we both shout, "Squeeze!"

-When I hold my hand out to you and say, "Shake!" you shake my hand. 

-You can blow bubbles with bubble wands.

-You can also blow out candles on a cake and even try to blow out the candles when you see a picture of a birthday cake in one of your books. 

-You love to read and can spend an hour in your room flipping through your books. I have always been a big reader--and was the type of kid who would read with my nightlight long after I was supposed to be asleep--so I am especially proud of you for this!


-You've been into cars, trucks and trains for awhile and have recently become obsessed with Thomas the Tank Engine. You have a few Thomas books and I made the mistake of letting you watch an episode of "Thomas & Friends" on TV once. Now you constantly point to the TV and say, "Thomas! Thomas!"

-You've suddenly become very shy when you meet new people or when we go to new places. Last week, we had brunch at a restaurant for my birthday and you ran up to the front door of the restaurant but became scared when I opened the door and you saw all of the people inside the lobby. I had to carry you into the party room where my friends were waiting and when you saw all of them, you clung to me and buried your face in my chest. You do this all of the time now but fortunately, you always warm up after about 10 minutes and start running around and chatting with people like your usual friendly, outgoing self.

-Whenever you want to be tickled, you come up to me with a big grin on your face, wiggle your two pointer fingers in the air and say, "Ticka ticka ticka!" It is too cute!

Love,
Mom

Monday, July 2, 2012

Coming Out

Dear Connor,

When you get older, I hope a news anchor's sexual orientation is no longer "news."

Love,
Mom