Dear Connor: Three-and-a-Half

Dear Connor,

Posing for the Camera

The difference between three and three-and-a-half is more noticeable than I would have thought.

You speak in complete sentences now, and we can understand 90% of what you say the first time — 95% if we ask you to repeat yourself. You are practicing the art of negotiation (which is adorable and infuriating at the same time). You’re daytime potty-trained now (mostly thanks to daycare).

Once you were daytime potty-trained, that meant you were ready to leave Ms. Jill’s Toddler Two room in January and move up to Ms. Lindsey’s preschool classroom!

Connor by his preschool's door
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Carpe Diem

A while back, I was struck by one particular entry on Girl’s Gone Child, where Rebecca (I don’t know her personally, so I can’t really call her “Bec” or “Becca”) recounts the family’s trip to Vegas to renew their vows on their 10th wedding anniversary. A family of six all piled into the car and drove to Vegas for the weekend to revisit the place where it all started, where Hal and Rebecca got married a few months before their son was born, where they eloped and said Let’s Just Do This Crazy Thing.

I know that she writes about both sides of the equation, the good and the bad, the joy and the frustration… but, when I read it, it rings in my head of sunshine and rainbows.

And I wonder what’s wrong with me.
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