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Tuesday, August 16, 2011

Connor and Mommy's Date

Dear Connor,
It has come to my attention lately that you and Hunter have been feeling a little left out. It appears that Kaylee is getting most of the attention these days. Unfortunately these things will happen from time to time. I was feeling bad about it until I remembered that it wasn't very long ago when I was telling your Daddy that Kaylee wasn't getting very much attention because you two were getting it all. Every day I do my best to make sure all three of you get the love and attention you need, it's just sometimes one of you needs a little more now and then. However, I don't want anyone feeling left out so I decided to take you and Hunter each out on your own date with Mommy. You had to earn your date by correcting some of the behavior that you had been displaying to get my attention, and you earned your date first. You were very excited, and repeatedly reminded Hunter that he wasn't going, only you and Mommy. Hunter didn't seem to care. He knew he hadn't earned his date and that it'll be his turn soon.
I took you to the free movie at Fairchild Cinemas. We could choose between Mr. Poppers Penguins or Rio. You chose Rio. You were very excited! You picked out an Apple Juice and we got a kids pack with popcorn and gummies. We talked in depth about every preview and then the movie finally started. You were getting louder and louder telling me about all the funny parts of the movie that we were watching. You like to replay the movie for me bit by bit. I asked you nicely to use a quiet voice when you were telling me about the movie and I could tell instantly that it had hurt your feelings. I let you sit for a minute and then I put my hand on your leg to comfort you. You picked my hand up and threw it back into my own lap. You then told me that you were "so mad and wanted to be left alone."
I left you alone for a few minutes and then a funny part of the movie came on and I laughed. Wanting to see if you thought it was funny as well I looked over at you. You looked back at me with this look of shock and hurt all in one face. When I asked what was wrong you said, "Why are you laughing at me?!"
I tried my hardest to explain what had just happened, but it was too late you were "so mad."
We were less than ten minutes into the movie and so I said, "Connor I want to have fun, so lets have fun or lets go home."
You said, "Let's go home."
I told you to wait for a few more minutes, and you did. You then turned to me and said," I'm ready to go home."
So we left. I didn't take you home though. I took you to the mall. In the van we had a nice long talk about what happened and how I wasn't laughing at you. We talked about why you were so mad and gave each other a big hug and kiss. Then we went to MyFroYo. You had the best time in the world picking out all the candy to put in your cup. You had maybe two bites and then said you were done.
Lately you've been telling me that you don't have any cute shirts. You want shirts without pictures on them. I thought a good way to end the date would be to go to Old Navy and buy some shirts without pictures on them. However, before we could get to the shirts you saw a pair of Cars pajamas. They had Mater on the front of them. Granted, they were very cute- but they were also $17. Three times as much as I would normally pay for a pair of pajamas! You had your little heart set on them. You always sleep in your underwear so I asked, "Are you even going to wear these?"
You said," I love them, I will wear them soo many days!"
How could I say no? I'd already hurt your feelings at the theater. You were thrilled! You put them on as soon as we got home and wore them all day long. I kept reminding myself to get pictures of them, but it just never happened. So, I'll probably ask you to wear them for a bit tomorrow so I can get a picture.
Overall, it was good time together. It was fun talking with you and shopping. You are the sweetest, most sensitive boy and I love it! I love everything about you, forever and ever.
Mommy




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