We've been working on speaking kindly to each other rather than yelling if he wants something. I hear a lot of "Matthew, don't please do that!" And of course Matthew loves to egg him on. But Ryan is a great wrestler and can always find a way to get his brother back with a good tackle, which turns into wrestling, which turns into a lot of laughing an giggling. Brothers.
Here he is hanging out with Zachary whom he ADORES. He always comes up and pats Zach's head with, "Hi baby. Baby cute." or "Hi Zach. Did you have a good nap?" He would hug and kiss Zach to pieces if he could. Sometimes Zach flinches a little when he sees Ryan coming. It's pretty funny.
Mom: Ryan, it's time to get dressed. What shirt do you want to wear?
Ryan: My train shirt.
Mom: Okay. Let's put it on.
Ryan: No, I want my football shirt.
Mom: Okay, let's put on the football shirt.
(After it's on) Ryan: I want my train shirt!
Mom: Which do you want, the train or football?
Ryan: I want McQueen.
Signs that we go to a certain store too often:
Ryan: Oh momma! I need my shoes on.
Mom: Oh Ryan, why?
Ryan: Cuz I need to go to Sam's Club to get the Lego Star Wars teebee (TV - he says all of his V's as B's).
Mom: I don't think they have a Lego Star Wars TV.
Ryan: Yes. C'mon. Let's go! (I think he remembers when we were there once and they were showing Star Wars on one of the TV's. He heard the Death March and of course decided it needed to come be a part of our collection.)
This is Ryan as Nephi and/or "Darf Mater." It depends on the day.
And finally, does anyone have any ideas on what to do with a monkey? This is how I found Ryan yesterday:
At least he didn't eat the dirt, although I wouldn't put it past him.





