We’ve got a few parks in our neighborhood, one of which is Wells Park. A new playground just opened a few weeks ago and it’s got all sorts of new contraptions to terrify parents, including the mega-teeter-totter. It’s a three or four-person wide teeter totter that involves roller coaster style hand rails. It’s pictured here, and although it doesn’t look like much – as soon as you get a sugar-fueled tween standing on top of that thing, it becomes instant disaster-on-springs. Nevertheless, the mega-totter seems pretty fun for the when tween-free.
My brief experience in the new playlot has led me to the following observation: tweens in a playground are the equivalent of teenagers in a mall: you’re not really psyched about them being there and their presence makes you slightly uncomfortable, but you can’t really figure out a good, solid reason to tell them to go home.
Tonight while Caitlin was getting him ready for bed, he looked at her very earnestly and said, “I am sorry I had a rough day today”.
Ryder is in his ‘quiet time’, talking to himself.
Caitlin heard this:
Ryder: “What is your name? OH, Dr. Lechman, I see.”
Recently, Maisy was fussing. Ryder said the following:
Ryder said “It’s ok Maisy–your brother is right here.”
Ryder loves talking about what color things are. This conversation occurred with Ryder and I over the phone one day while I was at work.
Ryder: “What color would you get for a Honda Element?”
Ryan: “I’d probably get a grey one.”
Ryder: “My favorite color is green, and other colors.”
When Grandma Kitty is in town, we usually give Ryder the choice of whether he wants to sleep in his room or in our room. This is a conversation that happened once:
Caitlin: “Ryder, are you going to sleep in Mommy and Daddy’s room?”
Ryder: “Yes, because Grammy toots a lot.”*
In her defense, Grandpan Paul had been humorously brainwashing his grandson to believe (and repeat) that the above was indeed the situation.