Connor

I've been meaning to write a bit about Connor. He says some pretty funny things, and I'm sure I don't remember even a small portion. He's such a particular kid too.

His favorite kind of "samwich" is peanut butter, nutella and jam. It has to be toasted and sometimes folded in half. 

For breakfast he has to open the cereal himself before you pour it, and after pouring the milk you have to pour "a little bit more and then a teeny bit more". You just have to do it his way.

He has been a bit confused about the meaning of "first" and "last". If he is the first to get his pajamas on he gets so excited and says,"I'm the last one with pajamas on!" And he always wants to race up the stairs and be the "last" one up.

His favorite books right now are the Bernstain Bears, The Bike Lesson and The Bear Scouts. You know, the ones where the dad is portrayed as really dumb and the kid is the super smart one? Not sure if that means anything to him or not...

He is quite the observer. Our neighbors got a trampoline last spring and he refused to even try it until recently. All the other kids would be on it and he'd just stand there and watch. For months. It is the same wherever we go. At Cornbellies all the kids were jumping and climbing on everything, and Connor watched a lot of the time.

He will always tell you what day it is, and you are usually wrong. One day it was Friday and he insisted that it was Saturday, then it was Opposite Day, then it was Sunday.

You know that joke where kids tell you to look under there and then make you say "underwear"? Yesterday Connor asked me to say underwear, then he laughed and said, "Ha ha, you said underwear."

Connor refused to say prayers for a long time, like over a year I would say. One day about a month or so ago, he decided he wanted to start saying prayers. So instead of him never saying any prayers, he all of a sudden insisted on saying all the prayers. Someone had to help him every time, until just recently when he started doing it by himself, and if it wasn't long enough, he would get mad that it was only a short one. The other day he said a cute one where he blessed the missionaries to be able to stay on their missions, and then he blessed them to be able to come to our house to get the pictures he drew for them.

We wrote letters and drew pictures for my parents and Sam and this was one of them. He's been drawing lots of jellyfish families lately.

I just asked him what he says that is funny, and he said, "Not anyfing funny, not any Spanish words eider."

Yesterday I said something nice to him and he looked at me at said, "Don't say any pretty words."

Connor has been going through the phase where he doesn't like to go to bed. Yes, I am calling it a phase in hopes that it won't last forever. I suppose we are just a bit tired as parents because we just don't want to fight him about it. Or Marissa for that matter. Remember that bed I made for her? She doesn't sleep in it. She either sleeps on our floor, the living room or Alex's floor. Again, too tired as parents to worry about it. Connor ends up sleeping in various random places. He's gone to sleep on the stairs many times. Only once has he fallen down when he rolled over.

 Then there are the other various places and ways that he sleeps.

 

There was the week that he wanted me to tie bandanas on his head like a hat. Like 5 of them.

And there have been many times when he just asked me to take a picture of him.

 

I do love Connor so much, even with his stubbornness and quirks.