Letters to My Sons | September

Powell, Wy Photographer | I am thrilled to say that I am once again joining up with my blog circle that posts monthly letters to our children.  I’m proud to be included in this group of talented women.  Please remember to follow the link at the bottom of my post to read more of this 9th installment of our letters.

Dear Connor,

Oh, Con-Man, where to begin.  You turned 3 this month.  Or Free, as you say.  You are definitely not a baby anymore.  You are all boy.  You have changed so much these past few months, it all makes my head spin.

Not only can you (mostly) dress yourself, you have walked away from diapers forever.  I think that picking out your superhero undies for the day is your second favorite morning activity.  It runs a close second to choosing which mismatched superhero socks you’ll wear.  As for the rest of your attire, you vary between wanting to wear your snake shirt every day to not caring if you wear your pajamas all day (also mismatched).  Your hair is long and wild.  Everyone but your dad and granddad thinks it should stay that way.

You know, now that I think about it, nothing about you matches with anything else.  From your uneven smile to your sometimes deep, always raspy voice, nothing seems to be coming out of the same little body.  One second you want nothing to do with me (get outta my space!  you say) and the next you only need me, Monny. I really am working hard to cherish the latter moments, because I know there will come a day when you won’t call out for me in the night.

You love all toys that belong to your brother.  But, this summer, you have discovered the movie Planes 2.  You now have many fire and rescue vehicles.  Which, of course, you only want when your brother does.

You love anything Ninja Turtle, Frozen (umm, Frozen Fractal) Legos, Avengers and, yes, Minecraft.  If I let you, you’d survive solely on blueberries, olives, carrots fresh from the garden and milk.  You will eat other various items, but those are definitely go to meals, err, I mean snacks.

I love that you still crawl into bed with me for snuggles in the morning.  Those snuggles don’t last long.  Inevitably you ask for my phone.  But I get my 5 minutes of you, just you, and that’s ok.

Boogers, my little man, I love you more than you can ever imagine.  I hope you feel that love every single day.  Even when I send you to your room for throwing an earth shattering tantrum over putting on your shoes 😉

Oh, and for what it’s worth,  this birthday of yours somehow stretched out for almost a week.  I’m not sure how you got so much cake!Photographer Powell WYPhotographer Powell WYPhotographer Powell WYPhotographer Powell WYPhotographer Powell WYPhotographer Powell WYPhotographer Powell WYPhotographer Powell WYPhotographer Powell WYPhotographer Powell WYPhotographer Powell WYPhotographer Powell WYPhotographer Powell WYPhotographer Powell WYPhotographer Powell WYPhotographer Powell WYPhotographer Powell WYPhotographer Powell WYPhotographer Powell WYPhotographer Powell WYPhotographer Powell WY

xoxo,

mommy

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