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Here’s another recent example of Connor’s growing independence. On Tuesday morning I told Connor that I had to blow the snow out of the driveway with Grandpa’s tractor. (We’ve had snow this week – lots of snow.) I asked him if he would like to watch Treehouse and eat his flakes while I cleaned the driveway. His response was, “Okay, you do the tractor – I’ll do the flakes.” And so I did. And so he did. Although he had to pop his head out the kitchen door every few minutes to see if I was done, he did manage to eat all his cereal and catch two episodes of Elmo’s World.
Okay family, here it is! Finally a page just for ‘the guys‘. If you want to know what guys we already have, check out the master list. And if you’re going to be shopping anywhere near a Zeller’s or Wal-Mart, you can check the list of guys we’re still looking for before heading out. I promise to keep the lists updated. That means whenever I find and purchase a new guy, I will make the necessary changes to the list. Please let me know if and when you make any new purchases as well.
The other day I asked my boy if he wanted to go skating with me. I thought we could practice some of his new moves. He’s awesome at standing up all by himself on his skates. I thought he’d be excited to go, but I was wrong. His response was, “No, I am staying here.” Oh, okay, well I guess I’ll see you later then! He was happy and having fun playing with the guys and his Thomas trains on the floor in the living room. So, ‘here’ we stayed.
Another moment of independence surfaced at shower time on Tuesday night. Usually, I get the water going and the temperature just right, climb in to the shower myself and Connor joins me. The normal routine was blown apart when he announced that he was going to have a shower by himself. I turned on the water, adjusted the temperature for him, then was instructed to go to the kitchen. I stayed long enough to lean in and wash and rinse his hair. He did the rest. Typically when the shower is over, Connor likes to climb out and curl up in a ball on the bathmat with his towel covering him entirely. This time when he came out he didn’t want to be Harold the turtle – he wanted a toga. When he was all wrapped up in his toga he carefully marched out to the living room to do a little more playing before putting on jamamas. He was very proud of himself. I felt a little lost, but was proud of him too.
