In Which Connor Is Not Sad About Being An Only Child

Thanks everyone, for your comments, e-mails, and kind thoughts of yesterday.  We appreciate all your love and support.

We had a pretty quiet day today.  Connor had his physical therapy and occupational therapy this morning, and they both went well.  He has back-to-back sessions now, which usually leaves him pretty tired but not totally overwhelmed like it would have done a couple of years ago.  He was a bit ornery today, which I'm pretty sure was fall out from the drama of the past week.  Connor's a pretty good barometer for our moods, and we'd also been preparing him for travel and for having a little brother for the past week.  And you know how much this kid loves change-- which is to say not at all.

I am absolutely sure that when we bring another child home we are going to be dealing with some jealousy issues for the first few weeks.  Not that there's much Connor would be able to do except mope about it-- his mobility issues and lack of functional opposable thumbs wouldn't allow him to do anything more threatening.  When we first told Connor that he was going to have a brother, his response was "No.  All done.  Go away."  Obviously he was less than thrilled.  When I told him that the baby's Mommy and Daddy had decided to take care of him and so Connor would not be a big brother soon, the little stinker actually applauded.  While I have no doubt that after the first few weeks of adjustment Connor would love having a brother or sister, clearly he is not exactly sad about being an only child for a while longer. 

Oh well.  I suspect if four year olds were allowed to make decisions on having more siblings there would be very few multiple-child households.  Luckily Connor is not in charge around here.

I think he's not, anyway.  Sometimes it seems like a gray area.

Anyway, so he had a good time despite himself at therapy.  Laura and Jolie pulled out the big guns-- the swings, which always get a smile out of him no matter how hard he tries to convince us he's in a bad mood.  It's really funny how he'll grin until he realizes that you're watching him and then immediately tries to put a serious look back on his face.  By the end of the second hour he'd forgotten about his bad mood and I walked out of there with a tired but obviously happy kid.

Silly little guy. 

~Jess