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Connor and Annalise were playing with their various Christmas presents… one of which was the handcuffs from Connor’s cowboy stuff. We could tell that Connor wasn’t too interested in letting Annalise play with his stuff so what does he blurt out: No Annalise, you don’t want these. Handcuffs are bad luck! Well. I guess if you’re in them for real they surely are. Little does he know how true his statement is. A couple of weeks ago, Connor and I were sitting at the table doing school when, out of the blue, he looks up and asks me, “Mommy, can girls be policemen?”. I answered “Yes, they can.”. Without missing a beat he asks me, “Mommy, can girls be armymen?”. I reply “Yes, if they want to be.”. He pauses for a moment with a thoughtful look on his face then says “Mommy, I *really* want to be an armyman when I grow up. Will you please come be an armyman with me?”. Of course at that moment my heart is melting. I ask him, “Why? Don’t you think you can go be an armyman by yourself when you’re a grown-up?”. He looks up at me with those big brown eyes and says, “Yeah, but I’d really like for you to come with me.”. How Sweet! Of course if he really does grow up to be an armyman this is exactly the kind of story he *IS NOT* going to want to get out! Hee-hee-hee. We went to Barnie’s coffee house to get a little cafine to make it through the night (too much stuff before Christmas and every little bit helps). This time the entire family went in. Connor was looking at every little thing in the store and messing with things until all of a sudden he took a great interest in the display case. You know, those display cases that have various types of drinks, juices, deli sandwiches, etc. After a little bit of him looking from side to side in the case he exclaims in astonishment: Wow, there’s like a million drinks in there! That’s right, this particular case had mirrors on both of the sides. Connor was watching football on the couch with Mommy this past Sunday. I’m in the kitchen doing something and listening and I here the following: Connor: Oh neat! Cow Dolphins! Mommy: *giggle* *giggle* Those aren’t cow dolphins Connor. At this point I’m interested so I look up from what I’m doing to look at the TV. It was a new commercial from Sea World advertising their new show. Guess which show? Yep…. the Shamu killer whale show. It’s not what you think… but it is… kinda. I was out front putting up various Christmas decorations. It’s been a hard day… hard weekend with trying to get things done and decorations finished. I’m outside working and the kids are both going in and out the front door. I’ve already warned them to watch out for Jazzmin and to stop doing it because she was going to try to get out. Annalise had been paying attention to the front door and guarding it from Jazzmin. I knew when Connor was coming out or going in because I’d start hearing “No!….. Nnoo!” from Annalise. However, this last time she was distracted because I had asked her if she wanted to help daddy. My mistake, because she wasn’t guarding anymore Jazzmin bolted. I’m already frustrated and tired from working… now I have a dog on the loose that isn’t coming when called. At this point Jazzmin is still close to the house… just across the street. So I figure I can use my trick about getting the dog leash and asking Jazz if she wanted to go for a walk. Being a dog she sees the leash and figures, ‘walk.. good…’ she doesn’t figure, ‘I’m outside already running around, I can go without it’. However, this time she did (can’t use that trick anymore). At this point she takes off. I throw up my hands in the air, the leash goes with it… and exclaim, ‘Oh screw it’. Mommy finally comes to the rescue (she was nursing Madeline), grabs the keys and uses the other trick. Go get her with the car. Connor and Annalise go with her. It’s out of my hands now so I go back to work. Fuming at the dog a little. Welp, in the car as they are searching for the dog. Connor tells Mommy, ‘Daddy’s gonna screw that dog.’ Whoops! Tracy was watching one of those TLC baby story type shows this week. Connor was watching it with her and taking it all in. During the birthing process he asked if it hurt when Tracy had Madeline. Tracy said it sure did or something like that, to which Connor replied, ‘I’m glad I’m not a girl!’. He learned that one early 🙂 We were all eating at Moe’s Southwest Grill on Archer Rd (you know, the place where all the burrito line cooks shout “Welcome to Moe’s” everytime someone enters the restaurant). Having a good time and all that. The kids were done eating and getting a little punchy (it was 9pm and past their collective bedtimes). Connor is up out of his chair looking at the big motorcycle promotional sign they had at the front and a few people leave out the front door, to which, you guessed it, Connor shouts, “GOODBYE FROM MOE’S!”. Normally not a bad thing is it? Well… what if it’s at 3am in the morning after your 2 week old baby has woken you up for a diaper change at 2am and you worked till 1:30am changing light kits and unpacking boxes in a new house? That’s exactly what Connor did tho. A little after 3am he started calling from his room, ‘Daddy… Daddy… Daddy…’. I grogglely walk into the room and ask, ‘What is it Connor?’ and notice that his eyes are closed and he’s still calling, ‘Daddy… Daddy…’ He responds to my question with a smile on his face, ‘I just wanted to tell you I had a dream… and it was a GOOD dream.’ ‘Oh thank you Connor, Now go back to sleep,’ I mutter. One day I’ll look back and think it’s sweet. But right now, I coulda used the sleep. Connor is working on his own way of telling time and relationships to time. For instance, do you know what ‘the day behind this day’ is? Figure it out yet? It’s ‘yesterday.’ The other day as we were driving by Sonic Connor asked for a slushie. I asked him how he was going to pay for it. To which he asked, ‘Daddy, can I have some money?’ I responded, ‘Money?’ I wanted to know what he was going to do with it. He matter of factly said, ‘You know, the green paper… with those peoples faces on it.’ Like I didn’t know what money was. |
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