One sock wonder

I don't have an explanation for this particularly, but would like to merely note a strange but insistent trend: for the past month or so Connor seems to constantly want to have one sock on. Whenever we are home, after about 20 minutes he ends up with one sock on. I think it switches which foot it's on, but there is no question this is somehow the desired state. I wonder if there is some personality trait signified by this. Any thoughts/explanations are welcome.

Breaking woobie news!

Well, what you know soon after the last post, Woobie #4 has returned! It's been a good two weeks since we went to buy new woobies and lo and behold Sarah discovers #4 stashed in a basket in the living room. Connor was very pleased at its re-appearance and clearly feels not the least bit badly about having snookered us into getting him 2 more woobies. He can now have a woobie in almost every room of the house, which seems to be exactly the effect he's going for.

A tale of two woobies

As many of you know, the boys are very serious about their woobies (I love incidentally that they unthinkingly call them this, which we took from Mr. Mom). Jamie has had his woobie since he was 1 and it is really a miracle that it has never been lost because we would have no idea how to replace it. He had made some noises last year about not needing it when he was 7, but he doesn't seem inclined to retire. He keeps it at home now though, even when we travel. Instead he brings his stuffed spotted leopard, "Spotty," who he says likes to go on adventures.

Connor has had his "woobie" since it was given to him as a newborn. I put it in quotes because in fact his woobie has been a bit like the Dread Pirate Roberts or Menudo: a slot to filled by successive individuals. A few weeks ago he took the woobie somewhere and it just disappeared. Fortunately, we know very well where to get another one, having replaced it, by my count, four times already. The folks at the store were impressed by this and asked where we'd lost them. As best I can figure it was 1) a rest stop in Tennessee 2) the doctor's office 3)Bed bath and beyond and 4) Jamie's school. So now we're on woobies 5 and 6, having bought a backup. Happily Connor doesn't seem to mind the switch. Except that he likes to have both now, which may end up defeating the spare strategy.

Bacon!!

Connor is very fickle about eating. Not picky so much as just unpredictable. He seems to go days eating very little and then occasionally just goes crazy and eats everything in sight. He often claims to be very very hungry after dinner, whether he's eaten or not. Recently this happened and Sarah offered him a snack. He said, "No, I want two big peanut butter and jellys. And salmon. And beans. And grapes. And an orange." And there he sat for the next 45 minutes and consumed every bite.

One constant, however, is that he has been on a real tear with the bacon lately. A few weeks ago we went to San Antonio. We found an IHOP express and in essence he got a side of pancakes to go with his main course of bacon. When I asked him what he wanted for lunch a few hours later he said one word: "Bacon." When the same thing happened at dinner I drew the line until the next morning when we were back at IHOP.

Another time of great hunger is immediately after school. soon after San Antonio he got in the car and announced to me that he wanted a hangubber. OK I said and thinking I would please him asked if he wanted a bacon cheesegubber. "NO!!!" I was told, "I want a hangubber." There was then a pause and he said, "With bacon and cheese and bacon and chicken. And ketchup." OK, I said. Fortunately he was too busy with the bacon to notice the lack of chicken.

Snow day?

Well, technically speaking that's what we've got. All the schools are closed today because of this freakish climate change-induced winter weather we're having in Houston. The boys are pleased enough about the day off, but feeling a little cheated because there has been talk all week of snow, snow, snow. Jamie had heard at school that the snow was going to start at 5:00 last night so he was literally counting down the minutes to 5. Which came and went with no snow. He then began impatiently demanding of Sarah and I, "When is it going to snow?" "Why isn't it snowing?" "Why is it hard to say". He went to the window all night until bed checking and then tasked me with checking and reporting once he went to bed. But still no snow. And this morning he jumped out of bed at the stroke of seven, stepped on my head (we were having a sleepover) claimed up the window sill to see...nothin. Not a flake. Poor guy.

So now the roads in Houston are closed until noon tomorrow so we're not going anywhere. As this goes to press it is 9:00 in the morning and they are already literally bouncing off the walls. Anyone want to come over?