Bryson's 1st Day of PreSchool

This is a long post because I squished 3 days into one post. Sorry! It is the first time I have had a chance to sit down and type this all out, but these are things I want to be able to look back and remember.

Monday was my baby's first day of pre-school! I can't believe he is big enough for school.

Friday was "meet the teacher" day. He was excited to go, but as soon as he got there, he wouldn't let go of my hand. And Bryson has NEVER liked to hold any one's hand. We walked to his room and his face immediately went into my leg when the teacher looked at him. She gave him his tote bag with his name on it. She told him she had put a surprise in there and he was trying not to look interested but peeked a little. I showed him around the room while she greeted other students. I showed him the behavior chart and how his frog needed to stay on the good lily pad. Then the birthday chart. And the "duty" chart which he heard as "doodie" chart and giggled under his breath. Boys. He pointed at the "Books of the Bible" chart and asked what it was. When I told him it was the books of the Bible like he sings in Bible class, he held back a grin. His teacher told him he could sit down and she asked him what he liked to play with.

"You tell her what I like to play with." He whispered.

"If I have to talk for you I'm gonna tell her Barbie's." I told him.

He mumbled to her that he liked cars and trains so she gave him some cars to play with. Snacks were delivered and she offered him a cookie and some lemonade. He perked up then because this little boy loves lemonade!

"Do we get cookies and lemonade everyday?" He whispered to me again.

"I don't know about cookies and lemonade, but you will get a snack everyday!" I replied.

He thought for a few seconds and said, "That's a lot of boxes of cookies."

Another little boy came in and I encouraged Bryson to see if the other boy would like to play cars with him. The other boy heard me and came and played, but of course, neither would speak to each other.

"Can I have some more lemonade?" In a whisper, of course!

"Ask your teacher if you can have some more."

"You."

She heard him and offered some more lemonade. He just nodded. After he finished his snack I asked him to put the cars away and we got ready to leave. He quietly told his teacher bye and we left. When we were walking out of the building he looked at me and said, "That was the bestest lemonade EBBER!"

I woke him up Monday morning and went to fix his breakfast. I turned around and he was standing behind me dressed and ready to put on his shoes. He didn't eat much breakfast, but it was early for him and I am sure he had a queasy tummy. I told him it wouldn't be long after he got there that he would have snack so it was okay if he couldn't eat much. I reminded him to go to the bathroom when they had bathroom breaks. I told him he didn't want to have an accident on the playground if he got too busy playing.

He giggled and said, "I won't get to busy!"

I told him, "You might. Blaine did."

He couldn't believe what he was hearing. "Blaine peed his pants on the playground?!?"

I corrected him, "No. Blaine POOPED on the playground."

"WHAT?!?"

"YES! So if you have to go to the bathroom while you are playing be sure and tell your teacher."

We got to school and he left his blanket and tissue in his car seat, and went right to class. His teacher took our picture together and he hugged and kissed me bye. He didn't even cry!

When I went to pick him up he was excited to see me. I was ready to talk and started asking him questions. He got in his seat and saw his blanket and tissue and immediately started sucking his thumb. I needed to go by Target because we were out of trash bags and coffee. I needed him to stay awake so I kept trying to get him to talk. He was getting aggravated with me. I knew if I brought up the lemonade he would talk.

"Did you have lemonade for snack today?", I asked.

"NO!!! We had stupid apple juice!!!", He yelled.

"What did you have for lunch?"

"I don't know"

"Was it good?"

"I don't want to talk right now."

Meaning "I can't talk with my thumb in my mouth! "

The next day I called the office because I couldn't remember if I had paid the first month when I registered or if I had just paid a registration fee. The lady that answered told me she was going around introducing herself to the kids and trying to learn their names. She told Bryson that she was there when Blaine was in Preschool.

Bryson said, "Did he POOP his pants?"

Poor Blaine. Bryson is never going to forget that.

Sara

Conversations With Bryson

This week we have started getting the kids to bed earlier to try to get them on their school schedule. Especially Bryson, who starts pre-k Monday and is a night owl. The first couple of days went well. Then we got home last night from church a little later than I wanted to. So, of course, he needed a snack. He didn't eat supper very well because he had eaten a later lunch. I got him a granola bar and he was piddling around eating it. I reminded him he had to get to bed so when he gets up for school next week he will be nice and have lots of fun.

He looks at me and says, "Ya know, I AM pretty cute."

I had to agree that he is pretty cute. But I also told him when he is tired, grumpy and whines like a baby, he isn't as cute, so he needed to go to bed. He agreed and headed that way! He is very excited about school! I hope he is still excited after the first week of getting up early.

Conversations

This is the conversation I overheard this morning between Brayden and Bryson. Brayden was in the bathroom shaving and Bryson was keeping him company. You just never know when a big brother might need your help!

Brayden: "Oh man. I hate when I do that."

Bryson: "What, Brayden?"

Brayden: "I hate it when I get too much shaving cream."

Bryson: "I use A LOT more shaving cream than you Brayden. Cause I have A LOT more "hear" than you do!"

Conversations With Bryson

This morning I was getting ready for work and Bryson looked at me as serious as can be and said, "Mom, do you wear the Genie Bra?"

Yes. That is what my 4 year old asked me.

Me: "What is that?"

Bryson: "It's a bra!" (duh)

Me: "Where in the world have you heard about the Genie Bra?!?"

Bryson: "TV!"

I guess he has been watching infomercials?

Sara

Boys Are Gross

I have said it before, and I will say it again.....

Boys are GROSS!

The other day Bryson asked his daddy to put a train track together for him. It has been a couple of months since he has played with his trains. He has been on a Hot Wheels kick for a little while. His train tracks are sorted out in plastic tubs under his bed. Stephen put one together for him and left the plastic tub out. When I went in last night to put some clean clothes away, I went to slide the tub back under his bed to get it out of the way.


Let me explain a little first. Bryson is a snot head. Big time. I even call him that sometimes. I carry tissue around all the time because he sneezes so much. He was the inspiration behind the tissue holders I started sewing.

Several weeks ago I was putting him to bed. He reached over in the corner (he keeps a box up by his pillow in the corner against the wall) and grabbed a tissue. He blew his nose and before I could take it from him, he threw it behind the bed. This bed is not just any bed. It is the top bunk that went to Brayden and Blaine's bedroom set at one time. It is heavy. It takes me and Stephen both to move it. So when he threw that down there I explained that he couldn't do that because I couldn't get it out. I explained about how germy it is and all the nasty stuff growing there. He said okay and that was the end of that. Well, apparently he blows his nose in the middle of the night and has been throwing them down there ever since.

I just about threw up in my mouth. This is what I found.


I told him to go find his grabber. He was cleaning up all of it. He was so excited to get to use the grabber.
See how happy he looks? It didn't last long before I had to crawl under there and help. And that is when I found a half eaten bag of jelly beans and an open can of smokehouse almonds.

Why am I telling gross stories like this, you may wonder? Because one day they will have a girlfriend and I think it would be wonderful to let her read how weird her boyfriend may be. Just like his bother Blaine here, or his brother Brayden, here.

You just wait. Their time is coming....

Sara

Conversations

I am always telling stories about what Bryson does on here, and sometimes Blaine. I guess it is because Brayden is older, and he does do some pretty stupid stuff, but it always isn't something to write home about. He did something this morning that reminded me of something else that happened this summer that I wanted to put on here but never got around to it. Then I forgot. It needs to be on here so I can remind him when he is older why Bryson can't stand him. Just kidding. He cries for him when he goes to his dad's, even though he bugs the stew out of him!

Back about a week before school started back, we were coming back from visiting Reed and Bridget in Cullman. We met half way and ate at Cracker Barrel when they came home to visit her family. Brayden was in the front seat, Bryson was in the middle in his car seat, and Blaine was in the back passed out asleep. Now, having a van and them being spread out like this, you would think there would be a little more peace and quiet, but of course not. Here is how the conversation went:

Brayden: "Bryson...your a girl."

Bryson: "Moommmm! Brayden called me a girl!!"

Brayden: laughing to himself..."Naw, I'm just kidding Bryson. You just LOOK like a girl."

Bryson: "Moooommmm! Brayden says I jus' look like a grill!!!" (This is how Bryson says girl.)

Me: Trying not to laugh..."Brayden stop aggravating him."

Brayden: "Sorry Bryson. I was just kidding. You don't look like a girl. You're a booty."

Bryson: "Moooommmm! Brayden called me a booty!"

Me: "Stop calling him a booty. And stop aggravating him before I wet my pants! Bryson, just tell Brayden he looks like a girl." (Cause if you're gonna fight, you gotta fight fair, right?)

Bryson: "Brayden....you look like a grill!"

Brayden: "No, you do!"

Bryson: "Mooommmm! Brayden called me a...a.......a.......uhhhh........you do!!!"

Me: Laughing so hard now I am afraid I will wreck the van, "Brayden called you a you do?"

Bryson: "Yeah!"

This went on for 30 minutes, because that is how long it took for us to get home from where I dropped off Stephen to get his truck. By the time we got home me and Brayden had laughed so hard I was hurting and poor little Blaine slept through everything!