[Taken 19 November 2014]
I set up my dedicated strobe in preparation for the upcoming family photo, just to make sure I remembered how to work all the settings — how to sync the flash and the camera, where to position the flash, that sort of thing — and Connor immediately jumped off the recliner and in front of the camera lens.
We’ve had “camera time” every evening for three days straight, at his request. I’m guessing he’s not going to have any problems with pictures this year.
#tbt Connor and @schnuth at Thanksgiving, 2011. Connor was 11 weeks old. instagram.com/p/VyODV/
My son loves that YouTube video of someone’s landlady lip-synching to this song… instagram.com/p/vkGiAHtU3z/
Connor’s MO at bedtime lately has been to get up and open his door at least once after lights-out, with a request of, “Mommy, cover me up!”
So, tonight, when he went through his other new ritual of planning out his agenda for the next however long, and he made it clear that he was already planning to get out of bed and go to the door and call for me, I tried a new tactic.
He’s also really into making me happy — or at least making sure I’m not mad. If he can sense through my body language that I’m frustrated, he’ll insist on giving me a hug to make sure I’m happy. So, I told him, “If you get out of bed, that will make Mommy angry. If you stay in bed, then Mommy will be happy!”
We went through the goodnight kisses and hugs and sweet dreams, and I closed his gate (which he is now capable of opening, but doesn’t do at night) and his bedroom door and went downstairs to decompress and have some grown-up time.
Not five minutes later, I heard a much softer than usual beckon.
“Mommy!”
You know where this is going.
I went to the staircase and looked up to see, yes, his door was still mostly closed, just how I’d left it. I went upstairs, into his room, where he asked me to cover him up, and confirmed that, yes, Mommy was happy.
He did it again 15 minutes later: called me from his bed to fix the covers he’d kicked off of himself.
Damn literal child brains.
I’ve been feeling like Life has been speeding past without me properly recording any of it, especially since I stopped writing monthly Dear Connor missives. So, as an attempt to catch up on my public journaling, I give you Connor’s 1st real Halloween!
