I never started a baby book for you, because I know how bad I am at keeping things like that going. I am lucky that you were born in 2009, because I have documented your life until now in hundreds (maybe thousands!) of photos, videos, and posts about your growth in emails and on Facebook. I've decided that writing to you is something that I really want to do, and I have finally figured out how to do it. My purpose is to give you small stories about how our day was, or our weekend, or whatever interval of time has passed since the last post. I only wish I had thought of it earlier.
Today you are two years, one month, and twenty-six days old.
There are two stories that I want to tell you about today. The first involves your new big boy room. With the upcoming arrival of your sister, you moved downstairs from your baby bedroom to your big boy car bedroom. The transition was so much easier than your Dad and I expected; you love playing and sleeping in your big boy bed in your big boy room. This morning, when I came to get you after you woke up, you were crying and still waking up, but as soon as I picked you up, you told me to close the door. "Close the door, Mommy! All the way!" I asked why, and you told me that there were alligators in your room; you didn't want them coming out to watch Super Why with us. Were you scared? No. In fact, we went in to chase the alligators a few times before we all left for school.
The second thing that happened tonight happened at bedtime. You have struggled with bedtime for a while; mostly you want either your Dad or I to stay with you until you fall asleep. It has made bedtime hard for a while; we love singing and reading at night, but hate leaving you in your room. Tonight, though, you told me to leave! You preferred to read your books to yourself (Potty; Yummy, Yucky; and No No Yes Yes!--depending on when you read this, you might be embarrassed or amused by those titles.). You gave me "big kisses," which means blowing on my cheeks until you got a good, wet raspberry sound, said goodnight, and I haven't heard from you yet. I'm so proud.
Goodnight, Connor man. I love you, I love you.
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