Wait? TEN YEARS? That makes an entire century of struggle behind me. 9 more and he’ll be on a mission? What’s up with THAT?
Conner’s had an interesting year, full of responsibility and loss (the jacket kind). I just don’t get him. Sometimes he’s just so darn grown-up, and then there’s the other times, where he’s as bad as P.
I guess that’s the dichotomy of boy… it’s even that way with my sweet husband. Sometimes quite little, often when he’s around legos… but a grown-up guy full of responsibility and willingness.
Boys, can’t live with them, can’t live without them…. 🙂