Monday, March 13, 2006

Messy=Memories

Sometimes if I have to come home late at night,(typically after one of my saving the world meetings) and it’s after Conner is already in bed, I get so disappointed that I can’t see him one last time before the long stretch between then and morning. Occasionally, I will peek in on him, to make sure he is still covered and get one last look at his cute little baby butt that will no doubt be way up in the air, in his favorite sleeping position.

If I don’t go check on him, after brushing my teeth, taking out my contacts etc, I will go sit on the couch and just take in the messy room. The toys on the floor, clothes pulled out of their baskets or drawers, a book half-open, or a half-colored picture sitting on the coffee table.

I try to imagine Conner’s wee little hands carrying them around, as he giggles at Adam chasing him. I’ll see him trying to get the dogs to play with his toys, and getting frustrated when he doesn’t understand that all they want to do is chew on them.
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Flipping through a book and “reading” it out loud. My favorite thing to watch him do is open up the seat on his “Retro Rocket", and try to get himself entirely in the hatch. I have to remind him, “Conner, the baby doesn’t go in the seat, he goes on the seat”. He shakes his head at me and goes on about his business, “Psssht that mommy, what does she know?”
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Sometimes, the mess isn’t just a mess.



2 comments:

  1. See, you do write well! This was a wonderful entry. You truly captured a moment of his life.

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  2. I love this. How beautiful.
    And thanks so much for the Flickr link. Adam looks a lot like his brother!

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