my little connor.
i'm pretty sure this is the last time i'm ever going to be able to call him that. he's nearly up to my shoulders now. (and he's not even 8 yet! and i'm not short!)
he's a really cautious kid. i am glad of this. it keeps my blood pressure down. i have a feeling that his younger brother will have the opposite effect on my health.
he is frighteningly good with the ladies. he and elle have this "relationship" already. they play nintendo, make up stories, fall asleep in eachother's arms while watching t.v. (i am not kidding! what do we DO?! it's cute now...) he also tells her, without any trace of embarrasment or self-consciousness that he loves her.
i think these are good things. at his age, i was fully self-conscious. way to embarrased to ever talk about feelings to anyone but my mom. and i didn't have a comfortable, easy relationship with a male until i was about 10 years older than him.
maybe this means that he'll be an easy and respectful boyfriend/husband. right?
every time he has a birthday, i think "one more year gone. X more years to go, before he's out of the house. have i been teaching him enough? have i loved him enough? will he have good habits? will he follow his dreams?"
oh, my little connor.
i hope so.