Saturday, March 4, 2006


So none of these really classify as "isms", per say, but I'm not really sure how else to write, "Funny Shit Ryan Says", so we're just gonna have to settle on "isms".

I took her to some of the neighborhood garage sales this morning (where she totally scored BIG TIME), and when explaining it to her Dad this evening, she declared, "Oh yes, Daddy! Today we saw lots of Garage Sailors." 'Cause Round Rock is this country's 4th biggest port, dontcha know.

Just wait. They'll get better.

Then, my Mom and Dad stopped by to visit on their way home from Port Arthur, bearing gifts for the kids from Pappy. Actually, it was just one gift, that Billy Big Mouth Bass thing that sings, to which Ryan responded: "Look! I have a Singing Salmon!" See, there are some MOTY points right there. The kid sees a fish and automatically thinks "salmon", because that's the only kind I feed her. I knew I was good for something.

Alrighty, then.

As we were having story time in Jax's room tonight, Ryan was playing Story Lady and we were the audience. Jaxson, being 10 months old and all, was crawling all over the place, behind Ryan, under the crib, etc. At one point she put down the book she was "reading", asked where this baby's father was, then pointed out to us that "babies are not accomplished to go behind the story lady." Obviously she meant "allowed", but lets just give it up for the 4 year old who thought to try to use the word "accomplished" in a sentence, shall we?

That's it. That's all I got. Come back tomorrow, my funny pill may have taken effect by then (but I wouldn't count on it).

**UPDATE** 2 seconds after I posted the above, I went to check on Ry in the bathtub. She had the curtain oulled closed, and when I opened it she freaked.
"Mommy! People are not supposed to look at you when you are in the bathtub!"
"I'm not people, Ryan. I'm Mommy."
"Mommies are grown-ups and grown-ups are polite, so they don't look at people while they are in the bath because that is rude. It's very rude." All of this said while she held her hands over her Va-jay-jay (thank God for G.A.), covering who-knows-what, eyes wide as saucers.

I am in LOVE with this child.

1 comment:

Lyndsey said...

Please tell me this is a joke and you really don't have rats.