A few months ago our camera battery charger went missing. Ryan ordered a new one. It didn’t work. He returned it and got another new one. Sometime after we had finally gotten the situation resolved and were able to charge the battery properly, something curious happened. Through dumb luck I looked into the dark regions of our printer and saw something strange. I pulled it out and, of course, it’s the charger. I am not pointing the finger at anyone, but it’s a curious situation.

A couple of days ago I went to print something and discovered a weird, thick white line running down my document. I called Ryan in to investigate the problem. He pulled the printer apart, shook it about, and produced a pink crayon and some measuring tape. Again, very curious.

Now, you and I know who did these things, but let me tell you that I suspect there might have been some doubt in Ryan’s mind. I sense this because a while back our toilet got clogged up and I took some heat for it. Ryan – being the man of the household – plunged the toilet for us. He was really getting after it too. He returned from the bathroom – sweaty – with a trashcan, asking me to look in it. I was like, “NO. Just tell me what was clogging it up. I don’t want to see it.” He emerged victorious from this back and forth by me peering into the trashcan to see a toothbrush. After a bit of laughing, he turned to me very seriously and said, “did you do that?”. The worst part is, at the time I blamed Ryder. Since then I have thought through it and it definitely could have been me. An accident to start, but then perhaps a serious lack of follow through in retrieving the toothbrush happened. I think I might have been pregnant at the time. That’s a pretty good excuse. I will tell you though, I did not put the crayon or the measuring tape in the printer. At least I don’t think I did.

A photo retrospective of Ryder’s hair after sleep.

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.”