Every morning, and I do mean every morning, Conner makes scrambled eggs for breakfast. He's been doing this for almost a year, I believe. He loves it and he's pretty proud of himself and his cooking abilities (he also makes a pretty mean grilled cheese sandwich). Quite often Payton or Anna will ask him for eggs and he's always happy to make a bigger batch and share.
On Sunday he attempted a fried egg (the photo above) and he nailed it. For the first time ever. He was stoked.
Lately, I look at him in his skinny 11 year old body and listen to the things he says and I watch the way he acts and I realize how much he is growing up. And on the verge of growing up even more. I feel like any day I'm going to wake up or blink and he'll be a young man with a thicker body, defined facial features, and a deeper voice. So every once in a while I find myself looking at him very intently, measuring, inspecting . . . making sure those child-like features haven't faded before I could take notice.
Just craziness.
But it's all good. I am really enjoying watching him grow up and experiencing the new levels of interaction and communication that maturity bring.
A few "he's growing up" moments this week:
- Hearing him recite "The Tide Rises, The Tide Falls" by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - a poem that he memorized for school.
- In the car today . . . the kids were excited about report cards coming out soon and each of them were buzzing about the awesome grades they know they are going to receive. I asked them "So kids, why do you think you are all so smart?" Conner responded, "Well, because . . . we were born from smart parents." Good answer.
- He figured out how to do the leg-behind-your-head-trick which his dad perfected in his jr. high or high school days (inside family thing -- too hard to explain here). Conner was thrilled when he realized he could do it. Like, running down the stairs, "this is amazing!", kind of excited. We took a picture on the spot and texted it to Scott.
- He wants me to teach him how to cook more things so he can baby-sit for longer periods of time, like over dinner time. Not quite yet, but all in good time.
