It used to be that Connor would get excited when he knew someone was coming over for a visit. If we told him that we were expecting someone, it would be nothing to hear him ask about that person at least 10 times (and probably more) before they actually arrived. But here lately, I'm beginning to think that he's tired of his mother's and his brothers' company.
Lately, I hear him ask me about a long list of people, as though he's wondering aloud if they will come to visit him today. Here's today sample:
"Kay-dee an' Josh?" No. "Keddy?" Nope. "Grammy?" Sorry kiddo. "Grammy-Pappy?" Not today. "Louie?" No. "Luke?" No again. "Kay-dee an'Josh?" and we start all over again.
Clearly the kid craves attention, because everyone that he names is one of his best playfriends - someone who willingly jumps right in and starts playing the games only a three year old can truly enjoy. You know, chase me and watch me laugh at you. Crash trucks together, but only if I get the best crash. Tickle, but only let me do it. Those fun games.
There always comes a point in our day when Mommy is simply beyond it, and that's when the roll call begins. It's as if he's asking, isn't there anyone left to play with me? It's rough being three, you know.
