A photo retrospective of Ryder’s hair after sleep.
Author: cait
What He Saying: Vol. 02
Ryder in Lincoln Square
Ryder has been continuing his quotable streak – as a typical two year old does. Here are some fresh ones:
Maisy was fussing one morning and Ryder got close to her and said, “Don’t be sad, be pumped Maisy!”
Sometimes during dinner Ryder will recount things that happened during the day so that Ryan can know what happens while he is at work. This is a nap time account from Ryder; he uttered this whole sentence in about two seconds without taking a breath:
“Mommy said it’s nap time. I said no, it’s not nap time ’cause I had a poop coming down.”
After dinner one night…
Ryan: “Would you like an ice cream treat?”
Ryder: “Yes! I am going to eat it good as new.”
Ryan and Ryder were eating some bagels…
Ryan: “Thanks for sharing.”
Ryder: “Thanks for sharing with you.”
At our local sandwich shop, we sometimes get an Oreo shake, which usually has tiny Oreo cookies on top. One time, there weren’t any tiny Oreos on top…
Ryder: “Are there any brown cookies?”
Caitlin: “No, but we can get some at Trader Joes.”
Ryder: “Ooh that’s a bright idea.”
One night I made fish for dinner. As any parent of a toddler knows, getting them to eat can be an issue.
Caitlin: “Mommy made fish for dinner, are you going to try it?”
Ryder: “I’m going to try the fish*, it’s mighty good for me.”
*turned out to be a lie.
Ryan: “Ryder, should I put this Elmo bib on you?”
Ryder: “Yes, that would do the trick.”
Sometimes when Ryder wakes up in the morning, he’s not quite ready to wake up. He can have some very sad times waking up. After a while, he typically calms down, and we can reflect on the events of the morning. One such morning, the following exchange took place.
Caitlin: “Why were you crying this morning?”
Ryder: “That was a mess.”
mother’s day.
gold car machine
It started off just right. My boys and teeny girl made me some delicious breakfast: cake batter pancakes, fresh fruit, and juice. mmm. After breakfast I hopped into our gold minivan (called gold-car-machine to create the illusion that our car is on par with a backhoe or other construction machine) to run an errand. On my way home, things got messy. A little genie lantern light in gold-car-machine started blinking. For all you car nerds, it’s the oil light. It then started beeping. Thoughts of the Jiffy Lube waiting room swirled in my head…hoping I wouldn’t have to use their bathroom again because it was kind of gross a few months ago. Anyway, beeping continued and within minutes the car was smoking. A lot.
I swerved over into a vacant spot on the side of the road as quickly as possible. about five feet away from this spot was a man and his tamale cart. Although he looked at the van in horror he didn’t move an inch. In the tamale cart game, once you’ve established your position, you do not budge. Tamale lovers need to come to you, or the whole system gets thrown out of wack. Apparently his calm demeanor didn’t impact any of my subsequent actions. I jumped out of the car like a raving lunatic. In those early minutes I pretty much thought the car was going to explode. I obviously watch much too much tv. That kind of stuff happens to Jack Bauer all the time; however it usually entails a bomb, rather than a cracked radiator. I was all hopped up on adrenaline – just like Jack – as I rushed around the corner and peeked back at the car, which now had neon green anti-freeze streaming from its underbelly (tamale cart guy holding steady). As you car nerds might have guessed, the car did not explode. And instead of some crafty plot twist that only Chloe O’Brien is aware of, a tow truck came and picked up the mini-van. In Ryder’s eyes nothing could have been cooler than seeing a photo of gold-car-machine up on the tow truck. I may not have Jack Bauer’s cat-like reflexes, but man, can I be involved in a top notch car break down.