What's his name? Conner, aka: the reason I have so many grey hairs. What's his nickname? Monkey... very well deserved name for him.So this little person didn't even exist when we left, and there are only a few of you who have actually met him. Sometimes I think maybe I shouldn't go on about the troublemaker he is, because really, he's not like that all the time... and really, he is TWO... they are supposed to be troublesome when they're two. Deep down, he is a real sweetheart, and he's just trying his best to keep up with his two super cool older brothers, and that can be a tough task for one who is so small.
He has an unusual obsession with my hair... from the moment he was a few months old and could grab at things, he wanted my HAIR! And it's only gotten worse since then... if he gets hurt, or he's sad... he wants a hug, and a handful of my hair. If I'm laying down on the floor, he comes running over so he can stand on my hair, and laughs... he loves the way it feel on his feet. If we are all sitting around watching a show, Conner is standing behind me playing with my hair. Sometimes he'll just come up to me and ask "I play with your hair, mommy?" He did it the other night during supper... and scooted his chair right next to mine, and stuck his one sticky little hand in my hair, and used his other sticky little hand to eat his food.
Ummm... weird to anyone yet? I'm guessing his future wife is going to have some beautiful long hair, because I don't think he could live with anything else.
He still loves his cars, and doesn't play with anything else... still running them along any surface he can find... lining them up... and absolutely refusing to let anyone else touch them. If he sees anyone playing with one of his beloved cars (which technically aren't his... we share our toys)... he completely freaks out, and can't rest until he's ripped it out of their hands.He is a happy, carefree, LOUD, fun little kid... keeps his mother very busy, and his brothers very bothered. He is at the stage where he must copy everything, which is super cute to see, and usually super fun to laugh at... uh, laugh quietly to yourself about... we don't want him getting all embarrassed. I guess he listens to his mother very well... I didn't realize I did it, but when Lena is upset or anything, I say to her things like... "aw, what's the matter, baby?", or "are you okay, baby?"... and Conner has heard it and stored it all away in his little brain. So the other day Reid is playing Nintendo, and getting frustrated because he was losing, and Conner goes up to him and gets this concerned look on his face and touches Reid's arm and says, "what's wrong baby? what happened baby?... okay, baby?" Haha... ya, cute.
He has a major addiction to chocolate chip granola bars... I spend my day listening to him ask for them... although with his two year old ability to speak, he calls them go-bots. "Can I have a go-bot mommy? Please mommy... I have a go-bot, please please PLEASE?" And if I let him have his way, he'd go through a box a day. Fortunately, I'm mean and awful and resist the urge to feed his need. He also loves to watch Little Einsteins... and so of course, he is happiest when he's got his chocolate chip granola bar, and parked in front of the TV watching Leo, Annie, June, and Quincy... learning words like, metamorphosis, adagio and correspondence. And yes, he really can say those words. But granola bar?... way too tricky.
I guess that's our little Conner in a nut shell... we love the little monkey to bits!