This Thanksgiving (yes we’re going back that far), I pulled up the Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade to watch on TV with Ryder. I figured he’d enjoy the balloons and the rest of the spectacle, and I was right. He was into it. There were a few choice lines that came out of the co-viewing experience.

The Rockettes came onto the TV, dancing and parading around.
Ryder: “Who are they, daddy? They’re dancing around.”
Ryan: “They’re called the Rockettes.”
Ryder: “With no pants.”

Bonus Audio Clip:
Commentary on Rockettes

Later, a giant Spiderman balloon came onto the screen. He was floating toward the camera.
Ryder: “Is that Spiderman?”*
Ryan: “Yes, that’s Spiderman.”
Ryder: “Is he going to eat our TV?”

*I don’t even know where he’d get the knowledge to know that’s Spiderman. Although I guess he could’ve overheard the parade commentators describing the balloon as such.

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!”