Connor: I just don't know how to say it.
Me: Why? Just tell me what's going on.
Connor: I think I want to start calling you mom. (I have always been 'mommy' to all three of the boys)
Me: (said with lips puckered) Really? That makes me sad.
Connor: Well, mommy sounds really babyish. All of my friends say mom.
Me: Alright then, just start calling me mom.
Connor: OK mommy, I'm going to call you mommy for 3 more days and then I'm going to start calling you mom...if I can remember. (I thought it was funny that he was going to have to make a real effort to remember that I am mom now, not mommy)
I'm glad he's slowly easing me into this one. I don't mind being called mom at all. It's more the fact that my firstborn is really turning into a young man more and more each day....and this was yet another sign of that. Another thing that plagues me is that once Connor starts calling me mom, the other two boys will follow suit. I just want to be mommy a little longer...or maybe I just want my boys to stay little just a little longer. Maybe both.
I should note that we had this conversation 3 days ago and I have not once been called mom. It's always mommy! Old habits sure are hard to break. How lucky for me! :)
Connor had his second baseball game today and it was FREEZING out. We had to be at the field an hour and 20 minutes before the game was scheduled to start so the team could fit in a practice. Then, the games were running about an hour behind schedule. It was 47 degrees, windy and raining (I know 47 isn't that cold, but with the heavy winds, it felt about 30 or less). It was not a good day to be at the ball park. Spending 3 hours in the wet, extremely windy, cold weather with Coby and Cale was not fun. Plus, I didn't know it was going to be so cold and was totally ill-prepared for it. It is almost April after all. I sure wouldn't have thought to bring our heaviest winter coats and blankets along. It would've been nice if I had though. Here are a few pics from the game...





