R: I'm bored. Me: Let's go read some books or put on a movie R: I want to do something more fun. Me: Well, it's an hour until bedtime, and you're sick, so we can't really go out and get rowdy. R: Let's do something rowdy *inside* pause R: What's rowdy mean?
Ryan was doing all sorts of tricks with a penny in his hands, hiding it between his fingers and in his fists and asking me to guess. I was not doing well, and he started giving me hints, like opening his fists slightly, etc. His last hint was best. "Mom, the penny is in the hand with the dirtier fingernails."
R: When I'm grown up and big, I won't be your son anymore. E: Actually, you'll always be my son; I'll always be your dad no matter how old you get. R: Really? E: Well, Grammy and Granpda are still my parents. I'm still their son.
E: Even when you're a big man and have your own kids, I'll be your dad. R: That's funny! (laughter) You'll have a Ryan and Kellen (his 2-year-old brother) and I'll have a Ryan and Kellen.
E: Well, your kids won't be you and Kelly. How many kids are you going to have? R: 6 boys and, like, 100 girls. E: That's a lot, you'll have to have a house as big as a castle for that many kids. R: Well, okay (holding up both hands), I'll have (pause) ten kids - five girls and five boys. E: Okay.
E: What will you name your kids? R: (with no hesitation) Armen, Churry, Blur, Maya, and Trya. E: Wow. Those are cool names. R: Also, Rocknroll. E: Rocknroll Scott? R: Yeah (chuckling)
R: And Rocknroll Wecandoit E: (laughing) like, "Wecandoit" as the middle name? R: Yeah.
My camera cord is missing. I don't seem to be able to blog without photos. I've ordered a new one from ebay, so in a few days, get ready for a flood of updates. Briefly, though...
Evan - writing christmas story, watching a lot of football (winning his work pool, no money at stake), enjoying Risk and "that's what she said" jokes with older boys
Jamie - still sculpting, beginning to offer lessons in Photoshop, reading, schooling, PC gaming, playing piano
Jeremiah - suddenly turned on to music, his taste is a unique combination of 80s (eye of the tiger, seriously) and 60s, Beatles, Rolling Stones, etc. Just completed several large school projects related to their study of Egypt, played in his first school band concert, the object of no small amount of female attention, but don't even think about bringing that up.
Ryan - excited to be almost 5, excited about the holidays, coming out of a very long respiratory illness and seeming to respond well to daily allergy meds, which bums me out, but we had to do something. Protective of Kellen, affectionate with all smaller children, enjoying 2x/week play time at Laurie's, can count to a million... not really, but can count high - somewhere between 40 and 80 I think. Still very interested in writing and letters, hasn't expressed an interest in reading. Still extremely, seemingly-uncontrollably curious and "grabby" - so many broken objects. So. many.
We also went to a local holiday shindig - pancakes and santa and crafts - ryan loved that.
Kelly - in a "pretending to be a baby" stage, having little meltdowns daily - loud but not long - when I run out of milk (fairly quickly these days :-( he says "this one's not working." lol.
Amy - still busy with Threshold Choir, NVC group, trying to hang on to my connection with the dharma center but it's just not happening. knitting - I finished that red sweater and the finishing and resulting object was so dreadful I can't even post it, can't even try to correct it. I am knitting hats and toys all winter. And also socks, definitely. Enjoying old seasons of Six Feet Under.
With a ball of playdough in his hand a puzzled expression, Ryan asked me to help him make the playdough into a gentle action. I returned his puzzled expression, and he looked at me pleadingly and said, you know... a pumpkin?
For years, we endured enjoyed the typical fart jokes that seem to go along with small boys. It's not that the fart jokes have faded away. Good heavens, no. But now, we've graduated. For those of you with small boys who are currently experiencing "poopy butt" toilet humor, I offer a (very) mild sample of your future comedic entertainment.
Ryan has this expression he uses fairly regularly when he's agreeing (or disagreeing) with something you've said. As in the case of disagreeing, I might say "You should probably go get your sandals on before you get on the bike," and Ryan would say in a chipper and sing-song way, "Nope! I suuuure won't!"
This morning, he was looking particularly huggable and I gave him a squeeze and said I love him. He replied with that same good cheer, "Yep. You suuuure do love me."
I thought we were through the days of "what is ryan saying?" but here's one for you.
"I want to have that waterclope."
I can never tell if these are hard or easy, since you don't have any of the context I have when he says it.
Some other funnies, all K's:
water = watee Grammy = Bammy Grandpa = Bappa Jamie = Beeme Jeremiah = Mimah
I'll have to pay more attention bc I know there are others...
PS, yes, I lost my camera again. There's got to be some kind of gadget out there I can buy to page my missing electronics when I lose them. At the moment we're missing one camera, one cell phone earpiece, and a remote control for the cable box.