NO BREAKFAST THIS MORNING
“If you’re not going to eat your cereal, let’s go upstairs and get changed,” I said. Conor didn’t like that. “I am going to eat it. Just not right now.”
“You slept late. There’s no time for later,” I replied sternly. The line in the sand had been drawn. The duel was on. This is where we cue the suspense music.
Conor called my bluff. I turned and walked upstairs to get dressed. He hates being alone. And he left the table to join me. At a distance.
I closed the gap between us and extricated his pajama top. And replaced it with thermals. It’s still cold outside. Even colder than his demeaner towards me right now.
The omnivore was ready to return to the feeding trough after he got dressed so we headed back to the kitchen. He wanted to sit on my lap.
“No time for that now. It’s time to make lunch.” The Mexican stand-off resumed. Conor whimpered, “I’m not eating unless I can sit on your lap.”
“You’d better eat now because when this hotdog is safe in its bun, we’re off to school. Breakfast or no breakfast.”
“Mom gives me 6 chances,” he dared to say. I volleyed, “I’m giving you two. And one chance you already passed up. Time to decide.”
He paused too long. I wrapped him in his coat like a burrito and guided him out the door. “Wait, I haven’t eaten yet,” he pleaded.
He cried louder than John Lennon was singing “Hey Jude” on the radio as we rolled down the street. I guess it’s just one of those teaching moments.
I dropped him off and came back home. All that teaching has made me hungry. Time to eat his breakfast.
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CONOR THINKS EVERYONE IS CLAPPING FOR HIM
03/09/12 15:31 Filed in: Wedding
Tonight, Conor went to his first wedding reception. The little party animal thought that the clapping for the speeches was actually meant for him. He had the best time laughing and looking around at his fellow admirers. At 10pm I had to extricate him from the party and put him in his jammies, read him "One, Fish, Two Fish, Red Fish, Blue Fish" and see him off to bed. What a great day I had with Valerie and Conor as we spent the day sightseeing and sharing the evening with friends in Montreal.
HAPPY ST. PADDY'S DAY
Conor started to show signs of standing while we were visiting his Mimi in Austin, Texas last week. On St. Patrick's Day, this half Irish baby decided it was time to go for it. I was surprised at his effort. So I did a little research to see what was going on. I wondered if there were some exercises I should be doing to encourage this behavior. According to the Baby Center in the UK, "when it comes to motor development, you don't have to worry about any special exercises. Your baby will progress in a predictable pattern. First, she will achieve head and neck control, then torso and upper body strength, then lower limb strength. In early infancy, a baby may enjoy pushing with her feet or even bouncing as you hold her. Her natural reflexes enable her to engage in this activity, but she won't necessarily always want to take part in this type of play and some babies may not enjoy it at all. Later, when her torso is stronger and she is getting ready to walk, she will be able to stand upright."
Here's the link to the article i found at BabyCenter.com.
THERE'S A GOAT IN MY BACKYARD
13/03/12 23:20 Filed in: baby | father | son | grandparents | songs | nursery rhymes | entertainment
Grandparents have the best songs for kids. The stuff we hear these days is watered down kumbaya crap. Conor's grandpa is singing about a goat that will knock you from foolish to silly.