Connor didn't feel so good tonight, so he snuggled in my lap, broke all his crackers into little pieces, not to eat but to play with, and rejected his all time favorite Pepperidge Farm GoldFish that Katie had packed up for him to take home from daycare. Yep, these were all clues the wee guy was feeling poorly.
After daddy dosed him with a measure of children's Tylenol, he slipped out of my lap and started playing.
He managed to impress his granny with his now complete knowledge of puzzling. Not only can he take the puzzle pieces to the puzzle, he is accomplished at turning the puzzle piece until it clicks into place. Another bit of the world mastered.
I asked him to put his coat on the fireplace and he did!
I asked him to give Brandy a bite of cracker and he did!
I asked him to kiss me and he did!
All verbal requests.
His daddy asked him for the cell phone and he said, "No."
He loves that cell phone.
Connor didn't want any food of any kind although daddy tried to tempt him with applesauce, cheese, mashed potatoes, and his rejected crackers. Mommy came home and he still rejected all food, but when I handed Stephanie a small piece of chocolate candy Connor rushed to her from across the room like a starving fledgling. We all stood there open mouthed, like starving fledglings. How does he know that is candy? That it is different? No one gives him candy. How does he know that's chocolate? No one gives him chocolate.
That's a childhood mystery that shall remain a mystery. Roger said Children must just be hard wired -- somehow.
My final thought on Connor this morning was something I forgot to put in the inaugural post: Connor loves, Loves, LOVES knowing the sequence of things. The sequence of me picking him up on Thursdays. The sequence of feeding Brandy.
The sequence of me leaving: "Grannies leaving," is announced. Granny collects her stuff. Connor runs to the door, all the time busy giving me kisses or throwing kisses. Daddy opens the door and Connor steps onto the porch and waves me away. That's how it's done.
One time a lady stopped her car in the middle of the street to point out to me that Connor was throwing me kisses as I walked to my car. It was a kind act by a stranger, but I was fully aware of his actions. Connor knows how to throw kisses.
It is a joy watching him in the power of his complete knowledge of a sequence.
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