Dear Connor,
You’re finally to that age where, when someone asks, “How old is he?” the answer is usually, “Almost two,” or, “He’ll be two in September.” Really, “one-and-three-quarters” doesn’t really roll off the tongue, and neither does “twenty-one months” — but that’s how old you are. Not quite two years old yet, no matter how tall or talkative you are.
You will show what you are capable of.
Mothers Day Weekend as a whole was interesting and busy in ways that I may get into later. Mothers Day itself was a pleasant and relatively relaxing day, despite us still doing the typical things like laundry and shopping.
As with all Sundays, I woke with Connor and let Aaron sleep. He gets up with Connor three days a week, Connor goes to daycare two days a week, and I rock the weekend mornings. It’s only fair. Plus, it gives me time to hang out with my boy — which I especially appreciate when he’s not being a cranky toddler.
On Mothers Day, he decided to be quite affable.
Dear Connor,
Mommy’s a little late with this month’s update, and there’s no good reason apart from just being busy. And tired. During the weekend, Mommy’s been napping when you nap; during the week, Mommy will put you to bed and then play on her phone for an hour before she realizes what she’s doing, then will realize that she’s super tired and just go to bed. Mommy’s trying to be better about getting things done, and better about being good to herself and getting enough rest. There’s a balance there.
But enough about Mommy. Let’s talk about you!
Dear Connor,
This month, you’ve turned from our mildly inquisitive, always-happy little dude into a full-on toddler, complete with flailing tantrums and crocodile tears. Part of this could be because we moved to a new house, and part could be because you’ve been sick with a cough and runny nose for literally months now — not to mention that you’re about that age, anyway.
