Whether I want to admit it or not, Connor is a California boy. There are a few things that have happened recently that have confirmed this.
-Every single time we encounter wind, he freaks out. Someone has to hold his hand at all times. He has told us he is scared he will blow away like Pablo’s flute-which is what happens in an episode of Dora the Explorer.
-The other day as we turned off our street he said “Mommy, lets go over the mountains! I want to see the mountains.” In Pasadena, we were right at the foothills. And even though there were lots of days that we couldn’t see them, Connor remembers that they were there.
-He started talking about the beach yesterday and informed me he wanted to go to the beach with Kristin, Patrick, and Noel. Those are the people we hit the beach with this past summer. I suppose we could head down to Galveston, but I know it will just pale in comparison to San Clemente and Huntington.
-Every time it rains, he acts as if it were Christmas morning. In the month we have lived in Houston, I believe there have been about as many rainy days as there are in a year in Cali.
We had this great little rainstorm yesterday. This is definitely one aspect of Houston that I am loving. I really missed the rain and the thunderstorms while we were in Cali. Anyway, yesterday during this big rainstorm, Derek noticed that the lid of the sandbox was off. He didn’t want to go out and get wet (what a sissy!), so I did it. Then I decided that Connor needed to experience playing in the rain. In California, when it rained it was almost always cold as well, so playing in the rain was not smart. I swooped Connor up and we splashed our little hearts out. There is just something so refreshing about playing in the rain.
After our little splashfest, Connor wanted to stay outside and play. So I handed him an umbrella. My California boy stood motionless, simply taking in the Texas rain.