Oh, Hello There.

Bedtime is always a bit of a scary endeavor, wondering how long it will take and if you’ll squeak by without a temper tantrum. On this particular night, it was all very unusually mature:

Caitlin: “Ok, let’s got get our books to read for bed.”
Ryder: “OH, I didn’t realize I was going to bed.”

Maisy was making some baby grunts while in the throws of pooping. This is the conversation that took place:
Caitlin: “Maisy is making a poop.”
Ryder: “Maisy is doing a poop. She’s squeezing it.”

Our babysitter Meredith has provided us with a few gems:
Ryder: “I smell Maisy.”
Meredith: “What does she smell like?”
Ryder: “A dog.”

Meredith was holding Maisy and this is what Ryder had to say about it:
“Maisy is trying to eat you. Maisy, please don’t eat Meredith!”

I enticed Ryder into doing something crafty one day. This interaction will not paint me in the most carefree light. Anyway, here we go:
Caitlin: “Try not to put the ink on your fingers.”
Ryder: “It’s funny.”
Caitlin: “No, it’s not funny.”
Ryder: “It’s a little bit funny.”

It was.

Ryder was playing with a tape measure for quite a while one day. I asked him about it:
Caitlin: “What are you doing?”
Ryder: “Well, mostly I was walking around, back and forth, doing that stuff.”

The other night after dinner Ryder was doing some coloring in a book filled with animals. Here is the conversation that he and Ryan had about it:
Ryder: “What are those guys?”
Ryan: “coyotes.”
Ryder: “What do they eat?”
Ryan: “They’re scavengers. They eat lots of things – meat and other scraps.”
Ryder: “Maybe they eat salami?”…pause…”what do coyotes eat?”
Ryan: “Lots of things.”
Ryder: “Maybe they eat plants and rainbows?”

Maybe they do.