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

Ten Girls

Dear Connor,

Yesterday afternoon, we were eating a snack together when you suddenly said to me, "After you have Pudding, I want you to have more babies. I want to have another girl. I want to have 10 girls."

Apparently, you are planning to start your own all-girls soccer team :-P

Love,
Mom

Something Important

Dear Connor,

When I asked you about school today, you told me, "We did something important in Circle Time. I don't remember because it was too long."

Okay. I'm glad it made such an impression on you!

Love,
Mom

No To Chocolate

Dear Connor,

You are a serious chocoholic. You love all things chocolate and would eat a brick if it was covered in chocolate, which is why I am extremely proud of what you did this afternoon. Your classmate Sophia's grandmother picks her up after school and always brings a small bag of chocolates to share with Sophia and her friends. Her grandmother offered you a piece of chocolate today and you told her, "My mommy said I shouldn't eat chocolate because it's not healthy. I have to listen to my mommy." I am so very impressed with your self-restraint, especially since all of the other kids were eating their chocolates. And I hope that you will show the same restraint ten years from now when/if someone offers you drugs or alcohol.

Love,

Mom

Snow Tired

Dear Connor,

Me: Connor, it's March now.
You (forlornly): Then why is it still snowing?

You know it's been a long winter when even a little kid is tired of all of the snow we've gotten!

Love,
Mom

New Sibling

Dear Connor,

So . . . you and MuiMui are getting a new sibling in June! You've known about the baby for awhile now--you were actually the first person I told and knew even before Daddy--and you are excited. You have already decided that we should name the baby Pudding Apple Chan (it has a nice ring to it!) and are fascinated by my growing belly and the fact that my belly button has popped out. We have regular conversations about your new sibling, including this hilarious one today:

You: Is the baby never going to come out? [I know that to you, it must seem like I've been pregnant forever!]
Me: No, it's going to come out in June.
You: How do you get it out?
Me: Mommy is going to go to the hospital and the doctors are going to help me. I have to push it out.
You: Push it out?
Me: Yeah. You know how you push when you poop? It's kind of like that.
You (looking bewildered and then concerned): You don't want the baby to fall in the toilet!

Haha! No, we definitely don't want that!

Love,
Mom

Hoping for Homework

Dear Connor,

When you came home from school today, you said to me sadly, "Why don't I get homework? I'm so sad that I don't get homework!"

Just wait, kid. Just wait.

Love,
Mom