Inappropriate

All kids go through certain inappropriate phases. I remember Jack calling a seat a "teet" - which turned into him announcing at restaurants "Momma teet!"

Ryker is fully in the inappropriate phase now too. His obsession with shoes as a baby has expanded to include socks now. Only he can't say "sock." To keep this family-friendly...he replaces the "s" with a "c."

So now he runs outside to find Daddy and yells, for the entire neighborhood to hear, "Daddy's (not an s)ock!"

Or he runs into the entryway to find his socks waiting for him before school and he turns around and yells "My (not an s)ock!"

Also - just a random but funny and slightly inappropriate snippit. Tonight he was sitting on my lap at bedtime, facing me. We were singing in the dark, like we always do at bedtime, and he reached over for his sippy-cup. In one motion, with no pomp at all, he turned the cup upside-down with one hand, pulled my collar open with the other hand, and tried to pour water down my shirt.

Ryker and Me - A Comparison

Ryker and I are very similar. Evidence:

1. We both would prefer to sleep until 11ish most days.
2. We both get VERY dizzy, VERY quickly. We noticed this on Friday night when Chuck was spinning Jack on the floor and Ryker wanted a turn. Chuck spun him slowly, but his giggles gave way wide-eyes and a pale face. Chuck picked him up and held him - poor little guy. He looked pitiful.
3. We both have to touch everything. We walk through stores and touch everything in sight.
4. We are both obsessed with having something to drink right next to us at all times.

How Ryker and I differ:

1. I don't leap to a standing position when people wake me up.
2. I don't feel the need to carry 8 items in my arms at all times - 2 books, 3 balls, a car, a maraca, and a cup of water, of course.
3. I don't feel intensely drawn to the dish washer.
4. I don't want to drink rain water off of the rocks in the backyard, or drink the bathwater.

Making It His Own

Jack's version of Take Me Out to the Ballgame, as sung into his little microphone that plays the music but not the singing part:

Take me out to the ballgame
Take me out to the crowd
Buy me some peanuts and cracker jacks
I don't care if I've never had them
For it's root root root for the home team (I try to get him to say Cardinals there but he doesn't)
If they don't win it's a shame
At the old ball-game

If you know the song, he's missing a bit at the end so the music keeps going for awhile. He doesn't seem to mind.

And Another...

Someday I will tire of posting videos of the boys dancing, and someday my videos will end with a statement other than "Ryker STOP!"

Passing the Time...

A Few Weeks Late

Ryker is very definitely a second child. See, we TOOK pictures at his birthday party. We just forgot to post them until now. Oopsie daisy. This first one was particularly funny - that's us trying to watch the World Cup through Ryker's balloons.

(Don't ask me why the text is underlined up there. It's driving me crazy. And I refuse to lose my sanity over the font in my blog, so I'm leaving it.)

Really Hot in Here

I was on Jackson-duty tonight for bedtime. Mostly because Ryker is a complete Daddy's Boy right now. He actually greets me at daycare with "Momma!!! Doddy not hee-yer?!" and is frequently known to push me away if I try to steal a kiss while Chuck is holding him.

So Jack and I are bonding.

Jack came from the bathroom into his bedroom, where I was waiting for him. He set his underwear on the bed as he got undressed. I asked if he needed new underwear and he said no. I didn't respond. He pulled a pair of very thick, fuzzy, footy pajamas out of his drawer. I said that I thought it was probably too hot for that (it's been 90+).

He looks at me with concern and says "it's too hot for underwear?"