Highs and Lows

Dear Connor,

I only got two hours of sleep last night, spent the afternoon washing, folding and putting away five loads of laundry and had to yell at you all night to get you to clean up your toys, eat your dinner and basically do anything I asked you to do. So yeah, it was a pretty crappy day. But then while I was helping you brush your teeth tonight, you suddenly hugged me and said, "You're the best mama ever. I love you so much."

The highs and lows of motherhood :)

Love,
Mom

Nose Picker

Dear Connor,

When I became a mom, I had no idea how many times I'd have to say the phrase, "Stop picking your nose!"

Love,
Mom

Favorite Little Mama

Dear Connor,

When I was tucking you in tonight, I told you, "You're my favorite little boy." You replied, "You're my favorite little mama."

:)

Love,
Mom

Super Undies

Dear Connor,

I bought you new superhero-themed underwear and you are really excited about them. Like, really, really excited about them, because you keep taking off your pants to show them off to people. Today,you actually stripped your underwear off, ran downstairs to find your nanny and showed them to her by excitedly waving them in her face. Oh, dear.

Love,
Mom

Growing Up Too Fast

Dear Connor,

Today was the day your baby sister took her first steps. It was also the day that you told me that I no longer have to cut your chicken nuggets for you because you are a big boy. You both are growing up way too fast!

Love,
Mom

Dirty Talk

Dear Connor,

The other day, I asked you if you were touching your penis because you had to pee. You replied, "No, I'm touching my penis because my penis is so big."

Today, you were working on a wooden picture frame craft. It had a little wooden stick that you were supposed to push into a hole in the back of the frame to make the frame stand up. You couldn't do it, so you came up to me and Daddy and asked, "Can you put my stick in the hole?" And because we are immature like that, Daddy and I started cracking up.

Love,
Mom

The Birds and the Bees

Dear Connor,

So we had this conversation today:

You: Is Alex my daddy?
Me: Yes.
You: Why?
Me: Because he helped make you.
You: He helped make me? With what?
Me: Uhhh . . .

Love,
Mom