Well, it has finally happened. Connor is now a very proud big brother! See his brother's blog for details or go to the shared flickr page for lots of pictures!!!!!
Thursday, April 28, 2011
Monday, March 21, 2011
Tooth Trouble
Well, Connor being Connor, it was bound to happen. We took him to the park near our house to play yesterday morning. The first thing he did was head for the ladder and about halfway up he slipped and fell down a rung. I thought he bumped his mouth, but he didn't really cry or carry on. He mostly sputtered like he had sand in his mouth and then moved on. Later at lunch I was watching him eat and that's when I noticed the chip missing out of the incisal edge of his upper left central incisor.
It actually didn't look to bad, but it was sharp. As often as Connor bangs his mouth I didn't think he needed a sharp tooth in there to help cut things up. So off we went to Dr. Drigger's office today. Now, we had only seen Dr. Drigger's when she was visiting the office I used to work for on Daniel Island. This is the first time we have ever been to HER office. OH MY GOD!!!! Connor loved it there and so did I! They have a whole section of the waiting room built into a giant sand castle. It has a loft built into it and a play area with tables and chairs. Then there are tv's over every patient chair that were showing Toy Story. I can't even begin to talk about all of the murals. The entire office was one big mural. It was amazing! Dr. Tori also sang the alphabet song to Connor to help distract him while she smoothed the chip out of his tooth. As she was smoothing I could see the chip had gone up the back side of his tooth. She says there isn't any mobility in the tooth and we should just watch it fo signs of discoloration or abcesses.
It actually didn't look to bad, but it was sharp. As often as Connor bangs his mouth I didn't think he needed a sharp tooth in there to help cut things up. So off we went to Dr. Drigger's office today. Now, we had only seen Dr. Drigger's when she was visiting the office I used to work for on Daniel Island. This is the first time we have ever been to HER office. OH MY GOD!!!! Connor loved it there and so did I! They have a whole section of the waiting room built into a giant sand castle. It has a loft built into it and a play area with tables and chairs. Then there are tv's over every patient chair that were showing Toy Story. I can't even begin to talk about all of the murals. The entire office was one big mural. It was amazing! Dr. Tori also sang the alphabet song to Connor to help distract him while she smoothed the chip out of his tooth. As she was smoothing I could see the chip had gone up the back side of his tooth. She says there isn't any mobility in the tooth and we should just watch it fo signs of discoloration or abcesses.
Thursday, January 27, 2011
A 3 "Egg" Day
Poor Connor seemed to be having one of "those" days all day long. I can't tell you how many bumps and bruises he got today. I remember he fell off the ottoman this morning. Then there was a run in with the fridge door. He tripped on a stick and fell and scraped his palms while we were out on a walk. I think he walked into each of the supports under the counter at different times today. He was playing with one of his trucks and it flipped up and whacked him in the mouth and he got a little bloody lip. We went to a playground and while he was on a platform near the slide he got distracted by the UPS truck driving by and fell face first into a railing (two of the three eggs and a bruise on his cheek under his left eye.) Then after dinner he was coloring at the kitchen table and leaned over to get something and the chair slid out from under him and he got his third egg and a long shallow gash on the back of his head.
I asked him the other day if I was a lousy Mommy and he shook his head "no." After a day like today though, I have to wonder. I feel like I'm doing my best to protect him without trying to hover to closely. I feel like he has to have some freedom to run without holding his hand and constantly saying "be careful" over and over. I've gotten in the mindset that he will get hurt, I can't save him every bump and lump, I can only watch and try keep him safe while allowing him to learn.
Some cute stories about Connor:
The other night I was putting his puppy jammies on him and it sounded like he said dog - then he started making high pitched woofing sounds. So now we have
Connor, are you a monster? Grrrrrrrrr
Connor, what does the polar bear say? Grrrrrrrrr
Connor, what does the doggy say? OUooof!
When we were starting out on our walk today we had to pass the rental house four houses away where a very obnoxious yappy dog lives. It had been barking all morning and was barking at us as we went by. Connor stopped and started barking back.
The playground we went to tonight had a few neat things to play on, but it was a sort of shabby place. There was a little Fisher Price kitchen up on the play structure. It was missing some doors and other cubbies were full of leaves and mulch. Connor was excited about the microwave though. He kept opening and closing the door and pushing the buttons. He would shake his head in disgust and push the buttons some more. I finally said "Connor, you really should check that and see if it's ready." AND HE DID! He opened the door and reached in and asked like he was picking something up and he tasted it. Then he offered some to me. He's pretty good at playing pretend. He'll get my pans out and a whisk and cook on the floor in front of the stove. I've asked him to "feed" Bob, his stuffed bunny, and he did (this was a couple of months ago.) He cooks in the bathtub, too. He has a whole bunch of empty bottles and a floating drum he uses as a bowl and adds some of this and a little that and stirs it and offers samples.
Tonight in the car on the way home from the park I was talking to Tom on my cell phone. Just when I hung up I heard one of Connor's toy phones ringing. "Connor! Quick! You have a phone call, say Hello!" He proceeds to dig around in his car seat to find the phone and then holds it up, hits a button and proceeds to say "Yes....yes.... yes...(shaking his head no) grumble grumble...Yes!"
I asked him the other day if I was a lousy Mommy and he shook his head "no." After a day like today though, I have to wonder. I feel like I'm doing my best to protect him without trying to hover to closely. I feel like he has to have some freedom to run without holding his hand and constantly saying "be careful" over and over. I've gotten in the mindset that he will get hurt, I can't save him every bump and lump, I can only watch and try keep him safe while allowing him to learn.
Some cute stories about Connor:
The other night I was putting his puppy jammies on him and it sounded like he said dog - then he started making high pitched woofing sounds. So now we have
Connor, are you a monster? Grrrrrrrrr
Connor, what does the polar bear say? Grrrrrrrrr
Connor, what does the doggy say? OUooof!
When we were starting out on our walk today we had to pass the rental house four houses away where a very obnoxious yappy dog lives. It had been barking all morning and was barking at us as we went by. Connor stopped and started barking back.
The playground we went to tonight had a few neat things to play on, but it was a sort of shabby place. There was a little Fisher Price kitchen up on the play structure. It was missing some doors and other cubbies were full of leaves and mulch. Connor was excited about the microwave though. He kept opening and closing the door and pushing the buttons. He would shake his head in disgust and push the buttons some more. I finally said "Connor, you really should check that and see if it's ready." AND HE DID! He opened the door and reached in and asked like he was picking something up and he tasted it. Then he offered some to me. He's pretty good at playing pretend. He'll get my pans out and a whisk and cook on the floor in front of the stove. I've asked him to "feed" Bob, his stuffed bunny, and he did (this was a couple of months ago.) He cooks in the bathtub, too. He has a whole bunch of empty bottles and a floating drum he uses as a bowl and adds some of this and a little that and stirs it and offers samples.
Tonight in the car on the way home from the park I was talking to Tom on my cell phone. Just when I hung up I heard one of Connor's toy phones ringing. "Connor! Quick! You have a phone call, say Hello!" He proceeds to dig around in his car seat to find the phone and then holds it up, hits a button and proceeds to say "Yes....yes.... yes...(shaking his head no) grumble grumble...Yes!"
Tuesday, January 25, 2011
More on Connor
I just reread my last post from August of last year. Sorry it's been quite so long. I have to sit here and laugh. The whole thing on weaning. He probably weaned easily because you were already pregnant you twit! Anyway...
Connor Connor Connor... where to begin. He has all of his teeth except his last four molars now. He's had them since September. He has been sleeping through the night really well. Usually at least 10 hours and sometimes closer to 12. Generally he's up around 8:30am and down to bed sometime between 9 and 10pm with a 2 hour nap in between. He is very active and a very good eater. We went though a phase a few weeks ago where he was spitting things out a lot. That really got to me and I had to just leave the room and have someone else feed him. I hate that my happiness hinges so highly on how well he eats. I try not to push him, but I hate to see food wasted and I hate to think about him being hungry. Connor still hasn't met a cheese that he doesn't like. Costco around Christmas was great, they kept having all of these cheese samples and Connor couldn't get enough. Connor can open the doors on the fridge now and will help himself to whatever he can reach. I just had to baby lock the pantry door because he was getting it open and bringing me boxes of snacks. He can play the harmonica like a first time felon - I have to say it's actually not bad to listen to in the car and it keeps him happy.
Tom gave Connor a q-tip to play with in the bathroom the other night. He promptly went to work cleaning his right ear. When I told him to do his left ear, he looked at me slightly confused and proceeded to slowly turn circles in an effort to get to his left ear (much as a dog chases his tail). Then I told him to switch hands and that worked for a minute, but then he went back to the right ear until he evidently poked his eardrum and the fun was over. No damage seems to be done, but memo to self - don't let almost 20 month old play with a q-tip.
Connor seems to be advanced in all ways but one. Verbally. He knows what we're saying and follows instructions very well (unless he's overtired of course). He says "yes" and growls when you ask him what the polar bears do OR when you ask him to "be a monster." Tonight when I was putting on his jammy bottoms which are covered in dogs, I think he said "dog" and there was some definite high pitched woofing sounds. He has his own word for squirrels which sounds kind of like dirls - but only sort of. Same with birds, it sort of sounds like dirds. Boots the cat is more of a Doots - or when we call her he imitates the pitch of my "Kitty Kitty Kitty" but it does sound my titty-ish though not that distinct. He does say Dada and Mama, but not reliably. He sort of says bus and truck (more of a tuck.) He's working on it...
The other night I pulled his socks off since it was almost bath time. He grabbed them and headed for the front door where his shoes are. I said "Connor, go put them in the laundry" several times and then gave up. It was late and he was in his evening wild stage. Later when I was picking up I went to go and get the socks. The weren't just tossed near his shoes - each sneaker had a sock neatly tucked into it. We would do this during the summer when we came home and took his shoes off but knew we would need them for going out later.
Tonight at Costco while I was loading the car, Connor watched another woman push her cart over and leave it near one of the planted areas instead of returning it to the store. He also watched the guys collecting carts for the night. Well he rode in our cart when we returned it and the minute I set him down to walk him back to the car he made a b-line for that woman's cart and we had to return that one, too. I don't mind. He's very conscious of things like that. He always wants to pick up little bits of trash and is very bothered by messes. I only mind when it's something really gross or messy and feel bad when I just can't bring myself to pick somethings up. I feel like that isn't a very good example. I try to get past it and lead by example when I can.
Connor really is the little supervisor. If you're cleaning up a mess, he's there to lend support and show you what you missed. Drops of water on the floor from my wet hands turning the garbage disposal on and off? He'll go grab the rag from next to the dog water to clean it up. He doesn't bend down to do it though - he uses his foot to move the rag around the floor just like I do. If a toilet needs flushing, he's your man. He puked on his bedroom carpet the other night and I have some baking soda spread on his rug to see if I can get most of the smell that way instead of calling in Stanley Steamer. This is driving him crazy! He walks into his room and he has this arm wave that he does. He holds his arm out strait usually with an index finger pointing and low grunting growly sound as he swings his arm in a disgusted circle. This is a Connor thing. My mom is right. There can be toys from here to kingdom come - that's okay. But let there be a mess of some kind and Connor is bothered. You should see him at the beach. He'll pick up some shells, but I think he does it more as a public service. I think all the shells on the beach are "a mess" in Connors eyes.
Connor is very sharp and catches onto things very quickly. You have to be careful what you say sometimes because he'll hear it and fixate on it. When my mom was visiting she was keeping some cans of soda in the lowest part of my fridge door for herself and Tom. She asked Connor one day if he could get her one and he did, no problem. A few days later she showed him which were hers (diet Pepsi) and which were Tom's (Diet Cherry Coke). That night at dinner she asked Connor for a soda and when he brought it to her she asked Tom if he would like one. Without missing a beat Connor went and got one of Tom's, even though he said he'd rather have a glass of water, but it was the right can. When you're cooking and you cay something about onion Connor goes to the pantry - even if you have last nights left over half onion in the fridge. You have to get him back and show it to him to break the mindset.
A few weeks ago we had him at the Children's Museum and they have a water room. There was a group of older boys forcing a lock to stay closed and overfilling it with water so they could release a massive wave of water. Two boys would force the lock while a third was using a watering can to overfill it. Connor watched this for a minute and then went and got this itty bitty watering can and scooped up the tiniest bit of water and walked over and stretched for all he could to pour his water in, too. Mostly he poured it on himself, but the effort was so sweet and so smart that it made me tear up.
I often find myself watching Connor and getting choked up at how smart or sweet he is. He is such a joy. He has his moments that drive me crazy - like when I'm trying to pick up before bed and he's running around making a bigger mess then what I just picked up. Then there are the sweet hugs and sloppy kisses. He is the love of my life.
Connor Connor Connor... where to begin. He has all of his teeth except his last four molars now. He's had them since September. He has been sleeping through the night really well. Usually at least 10 hours and sometimes closer to 12. Generally he's up around 8:30am and down to bed sometime between 9 and 10pm with a 2 hour nap in between. He is very active and a very good eater. We went though a phase a few weeks ago where he was spitting things out a lot. That really got to me and I had to just leave the room and have someone else feed him. I hate that my happiness hinges so highly on how well he eats. I try not to push him, but I hate to see food wasted and I hate to think about him being hungry. Connor still hasn't met a cheese that he doesn't like. Costco around Christmas was great, they kept having all of these cheese samples and Connor couldn't get enough. Connor can open the doors on the fridge now and will help himself to whatever he can reach. I just had to baby lock the pantry door because he was getting it open and bringing me boxes of snacks. He can play the harmonica like a first time felon - I have to say it's actually not bad to listen to in the car and it keeps him happy.
Tom gave Connor a q-tip to play with in the bathroom the other night. He promptly went to work cleaning his right ear. When I told him to do his left ear, he looked at me slightly confused and proceeded to slowly turn circles in an effort to get to his left ear (much as a dog chases his tail). Then I told him to switch hands and that worked for a minute, but then he went back to the right ear until he evidently poked his eardrum and the fun was over. No damage seems to be done, but memo to self - don't let almost 20 month old play with a q-tip.
Connor seems to be advanced in all ways but one. Verbally. He knows what we're saying and follows instructions very well (unless he's overtired of course). He says "yes" and growls when you ask him what the polar bears do OR when you ask him to "be a monster." Tonight when I was putting on his jammy bottoms which are covered in dogs, I think he said "dog" and there was some definite high pitched woofing sounds. He has his own word for squirrels which sounds kind of like dirls - but only sort of. Same with birds, it sort of sounds like dirds. Boots the cat is more of a Doots - or when we call her he imitates the pitch of my "Kitty Kitty Kitty" but it does sound my titty-ish though not that distinct. He does say Dada and Mama, but not reliably. He sort of says bus and truck (more of a tuck.) He's working on it...
The other night I pulled his socks off since it was almost bath time. He grabbed them and headed for the front door where his shoes are. I said "Connor, go put them in the laundry" several times and then gave up. It was late and he was in his evening wild stage. Later when I was picking up I went to go and get the socks. The weren't just tossed near his shoes - each sneaker had a sock neatly tucked into it. We would do this during the summer when we came home and took his shoes off but knew we would need them for going out later.
Tonight at Costco while I was loading the car, Connor watched another woman push her cart over and leave it near one of the planted areas instead of returning it to the store. He also watched the guys collecting carts for the night. Well he rode in our cart when we returned it and the minute I set him down to walk him back to the car he made a b-line for that woman's cart and we had to return that one, too. I don't mind. He's very conscious of things like that. He always wants to pick up little bits of trash and is very bothered by messes. I only mind when it's something really gross or messy and feel bad when I just can't bring myself to pick somethings up. I feel like that isn't a very good example. I try to get past it and lead by example when I can.
Connor really is the little supervisor. If you're cleaning up a mess, he's there to lend support and show you what you missed. Drops of water on the floor from my wet hands turning the garbage disposal on and off? He'll go grab the rag from next to the dog water to clean it up. He doesn't bend down to do it though - he uses his foot to move the rag around the floor just like I do. If a toilet needs flushing, he's your man. He puked on his bedroom carpet the other night and I have some baking soda spread on his rug to see if I can get most of the smell that way instead of calling in Stanley Steamer. This is driving him crazy! He walks into his room and he has this arm wave that he does. He holds his arm out strait usually with an index finger pointing and low grunting growly sound as he swings his arm in a disgusted circle. This is a Connor thing. My mom is right. There can be toys from here to kingdom come - that's okay. But let there be a mess of some kind and Connor is bothered. You should see him at the beach. He'll pick up some shells, but I think he does it more as a public service. I think all the shells on the beach are "a mess" in Connors eyes.
Connor is very sharp and catches onto things very quickly. You have to be careful what you say sometimes because he'll hear it and fixate on it. When my mom was visiting she was keeping some cans of soda in the lowest part of my fridge door for herself and Tom. She asked Connor one day if he could get her one and he did, no problem. A few days later she showed him which were hers (diet Pepsi) and which were Tom's (Diet Cherry Coke). That night at dinner she asked Connor for a soda and when he brought it to her she asked Tom if he would like one. Without missing a beat Connor went and got one of Tom's, even though he said he'd rather have a glass of water, but it was the right can. When you're cooking and you cay something about onion Connor goes to the pantry - even if you have last nights left over half onion in the fridge. You have to get him back and show it to him to break the mindset.
A few weeks ago we had him at the Children's Museum and they have a water room. There was a group of older boys forcing a lock to stay closed and overfilling it with water so they could release a massive wave of water. Two boys would force the lock while a third was using a watering can to overfill it. Connor watched this for a minute and then went and got this itty bitty watering can and scooped up the tiniest bit of water and walked over and stretched for all he could to pour his water in, too. Mostly he poured it on himself, but the effort was so sweet and so smart that it made me tear up.
I often find myself watching Connor and getting choked up at how smart or sweet he is. He is such a joy. He has his moments that drive me crazy - like when I'm trying to pick up before bed and he's running around making a bigger mess then what I just picked up. Then there are the sweet hugs and sloppy kisses. He is the love of my life.
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