Whatyou Want Mama, Whatyou Want?

A couple weeks ago we celebrated one Christmas in Yazoo City.  We were entertained by horses and a fainting goat.

Ryder tried to put up a fight against this one.

This goat was very fond of Brooke.

Later we went to Levi's first birthday party.

Ryder and Swayze Jane weren't letting anything get in between them and their cookies.

Birthday boy!

In an attempt to get a group picture, all the moms plus 10 other guests sang Jingle Bells as loud as we could.  These kids were in complete shock.  I probably took 30 pictures and while looking through them, there was no movement from picture to picture, they just sat like this for 3 minutes straight staring at the crazy carollers.

Ryder is such a good help with cleaning up his stuff.  This particular time I didn't even have to ask.  I was in the kitchen and he came waddeling in with this heavy bucket and said, "Look mama, I clean up for you!"

JM always wins fun parent award.  Whenever they go somewhere just them two, I always get a surprise.  This particular time it was Reeces in the car.  Yum Yum.

Ryder has started this new little game with me at night while I'm putting him down.  The game is called "Christmas."  This is how our converstation goes each night: 

Ryder:  "Whatyou want mama, whatyou want?" 
Me:  "I want new shoes"
{Ryder is hustling around with his hands like he's getting them for me and hands "them" over}
Ryder: "Here you go mama, here you go."  "Whatyou want mama, whatyou want?"
Me: "I want a new car"
Ryder:  "here you go mama, here you go."  Whatyou want mama, whatyou want?"
Me:  "I want a new garbage can"
Ryder:  "You don't want a garbage can mama!" 

I've learned that he knows what is a real answer and what's not.  He's too funny.

I know we are waaaaay behind the times, but two weeks ago Toy Story 3 came on TV so we recorded it.  Ryder has never seen this movie, nor heard of any of the characters.  I cannot believe I am saying this, but I have not heard the words Dora or Deigo come out of his mouth in two weeks.  He has watched Toy Story 3 every single day.  Since then, Toy Story 1 and 2 have come on and those are recorded as well.  Unfortunatly though, they were recorded on regular TV, not a movie channel, so you know what that means.  Commercials.  While I'm getting ready and Ryder is laying in the bed watching it and drinking his milk, every 15 minutes I hear a shrieking sound, and it's Ryder telling me to turn Toy Story back on.  Darn commercials.


We had Christmas with my dad and Becky on Sunday.  One of the things they got Ryder was a big floor puzzle.  It had a piece of paper with it that showed how it was supposed to look put together.  Ryder was so funny, he kept holding that paper (calling it his map) and pointing to it and saying, "OK, what's next, what's next?"  Over, and over, and over, and over, and over until the puzzle was complete. 

"Meeeeeeeerry Christmas"

 Ryder said he was "parking his cars"

We went to see the Canton lights, I've never been before, it was really pretty.

John Michael, Ryder, Todd & Levi rode the carousel.  Lindsey and I willingly stayed back and waved.

We are selling our house so I was taking pictures to send to our realtor and wanted to post one of Ryder's new room (since the bed is NEVER made up in there).  It's such a hassle making up that bed since it's next to the wall.  I'm just waiting on the front pillow, it will be horizontal in that same burlap fabric as the bedskirt with his monogram in the same green of his two throw pillows.

We've only had one incident from the bed.  I heard Ryder the other night on the monitor crying.  This happens pretty frequently, but he usually falls right back to sleep.  It was 1:30 a.m. and JM and I just layed there pretending we were asleep so the other one would get up (you know the drill).  The crying continued for 5 minutes so I started to take Ryder seriously.  With the new room setup the video monitor doesn't work as well as it used to.  So then I heard him say, "MAMA I FELL OFF DA BAY-ED!"  I jumped up and ran in there and sure enough he was sitting on the floor at the foot of the bed.  I still think he just slid off and sat down because there wasn't a thump or anything.  I think it just scared him because he couldn't get back up.  Of course I have to be dramatic so I yelled into the video monitor, "John Michael, Ryder fell off the bed, get in here!!!!"

I find this funny... when Ryder wakes up in the mornings and rubs his eyes, sometimes he will start to fake cry and say "I've got a crumb in my eye, get it out, get it out!"  I've never heard it called a crumb.  When I was growing up my mom always called it "matter."  I've actually never heard of anyone else calling it that, ever.  

And he likes to stay in the bathtub for a while playing, so when he gets out he's totally freaked out by his fingers.  He's like, "Mama, oh no, my fingers, what's wrong with them?"  "Fix 'em mama, fix 'em."  So that's my new plan for getting him to get out of the tub.  When I can't sit there any longer I'll tell him his fingers are going to shrivel up, it does the trick.  "Get me out mama, get me out!"

Then tonight he was sitting in my lap facing me.  He grabbed my hair and pulled it around my neck and told me that I had a hair scarf?  I wish I knew where he came up with these things. 

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