A couple of things we’ve been working on came to a head this week. My mother has been giving Connor candy. A lot! I’ve been trying to beg her not to give it to him later in the day, so he doesn’t stay up too late, but she’s got the impression that it is a grandmother’s right to do those types of things. And honestly, as much as she helps us out, if that is the worst thing she does, well God bless her. So we will just gently fight that battle.
Connor has an insatiable curiosity, I suppose like any other 3 year old, but it just seems obscene how curious he is. He is also mechanically inclined and wants to hold everything and see how it works. I love this inquisitive nature, and the fact that his manual dexterity is really strong, but the downside is he reaches for things he shouldn’t be holding. Now I know it is our responsibility to child proof the house and make sure he can’t get into too much danger…but I can’t child proof the world. When you go to a store or someone else’s home, you can’t expect them to have every potentially dangerous item above four feet. And yes, Connor is 40 inches tall with a nice little wing span.
In any case, you can usually hear more than once a day, “Don’t reach up, do you need your hand slapped?” To which he replies (after quickly pulling his hand back), “I wasn’t reaching. Can I please have (insert whatever he was reaching for)? Please don’t slap my hand.” For those of you with CPS on speed dial don’t worry. We rarely slap his hand. It’s more of a reminder to illustrate that we’re serious. Anyway, we also want to make sure that he doesn’t pull down anything that is a danger to him or worse accidentally pull something on top of his little human shadow Josie.
Oh by the way, Josie is a little chatter box now. I’ll post a video to the multiply site if you are interested soon, but she is really turning it up. I made a list (like all ADHD way too proud daddies do) of all the words Connor could say, words he could understand and commands he could understand at age 19 months. Well little Miss Josephine is quite ahead of that schedule at 15 months. At dinner a couple of days ago, she said, “Connor” and then babbled something else. I asked, “Where is Connor.” She looked at me like I had three heads, pointed at Connor and said, “Right there dada.” Good stuff. And she can catch.
Back to the story. So Nita took Connor to his first dental cleaning on Tuesday. He impressed the office with his knowledge of the x-ray machine and the hygienist let him play with the water and suction tools. He had a pretty good visit. Our awesome dentist (more on this later) came in looked at some things and suggested that we give him cookies or chocolates instead of dum dums. So no more suckers which Connor LOVES now (thanks mom). Anyway, it was a good checkup and as they were checking out CRASH!!! Yep, Connor just had to see what was happening on the top of the fish tank. It used to have a glass top. Luckily no one was hurt or cut. Connor and Nita were both quite embarrassed. We asked them to send us the bill of course and our AWESOME dentist said, “You know you’ve been great customers for a long time. Don’t worry about it.”
Obviously, we’re going to still either pitch in or send the office lunch or flowers. But talk about a "don’t reach up" moment. Jeesh. In any case, everyone is okay and if any of you in the Austin area are looking for a great dentist, good man, and so-so golfer, Darren Evans is your man. Thanks Doc. And now you all know I didn’t misspell Peace in the title. J The pictures are from Connor and Josie’s Green Eggs and Ham breakfast with our new nanny Jewell.
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