Conversations with Bryson

Stephen was talking to Bryson at dinner tonight and telling him he is going on a trip with work to Las Vegas next week. He asked Bryson if he was going to miss him.

Bryson: "NO."

Stephen: "You're not? Why won't you miss me?"

Bryson: "Cause I go wit you!!"

Stephen: "If you go with me, what are we going to do?"

Bryson: "Ummmm.....play hide and seek!"

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In the car last week:

Bryson: "What dat smell?"

Me: " What does it smell like to you?"

Bryson: "Smell like a 'kunk!!"

Me: "That's what it is!"

Stephen: "It's a what?"

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Bryson: "Mommy! Play ball with me!"

He hands me a little toy baseball bat. I put it up to get ready to hit the baseball.

Bryson: "Do dat...say batter batter!"

Dat would be tap the bat on the ground two times. Not once. Not three times. Two times.

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Bryson: "Mommy, can I get dum?"

Me: "You want gum? That is fine. It's in my purse."

Bryson: "Tank choo Mommy! You a nice Mommy!"

"I Ride da Choo Choo!"

This morning in church, the girls that sit behind us were getting their money out and ready for the church contribution. Bryson has learned what money is, or should I say some things he can get with it. He knows at Dairy Queen he can put it in the St. Jude thing and watch it go "roun' n roun' n roun' ". He knows when we go to the mall he can put money in and ride the "coo bus".

This morning in church when he saw the others getting their money ready, he said, "OOOHHHH! Money! I ride da choo choo!" I asked him if he would like some money to put in the contribution plate. Of course, he had no idea what I was talking about so he said, "Yeah!" I gave him a quarter and gave some to his brothers. I whispered in his ear that he couldn't keep it and to put it in the plate when it came. I told Brayden and Blaine to put their money in where Bryson could see what to do, in fear that he would scream to keep it. The contribution plate came to our pew, Blaine put in his, Bryson put in his, and then Brayden. Wow. I was surprised. He did it with no problem. The plate even came back down the row in front of him and he just watched.

Then he looks at me and says, "Where's da choo choo?"

Short Stuff

How can someone that is too short to hold my hand when he walks, get toys into my washing machine? I was sitting in the chair in the living room last night and Bryson came running in doing his normal jibber jabber. I kept asking him what he was talking about. He kept yelling, "Ball! Ball!" I asked him if he threw it because he always throws balls across the kitchen floor. Everyday. All the time. So I asked him if he threw his ball in the kitchen. He shook his head yes. So I told him to go get it and he jibbered some more. Then a few minutes later I put him to bed. Then went to wash a load of clothes and in my washer I found a plastic bowl, a football and a leg that belongs to his Elmo K'nex. Must be that left handed pitch he has!

I guess he was telling me he threw his football into the washing machine and he couldn't get it!

Sara

Lessons

Children learn lessons from each other. Some are lessons we don't want them to learn. Bryson is learning things very quickly from his brothers. I just wish they were learning some things from him. He is getting very good at picking up his toys. Now, every once in a while when he is picking up he will get sidetracked and play with something instead of put it away. That is normal and I expect that.

Last night I took Bryson into the bathroom to take a bath. When he walked in there he saw one of Blaine's shoes in the floor. He pointed at it and jibbered something that I am not sure about. Of course, I agreed with whatever he jibbered and I told him that it was Blaine's and that Blaine needed to come and put it away. He then proceeded to pick up his brother's shoe, ran to Blaine's room with it and threw it in. He stopped at the doorway because the light was off. I don't think he is afraid of the dark. I think he is like us and afraid that he will trip and break his neck if entering "there" with no light. So I praised him for doing such a good job and clapped like I was real excited. Which I was. He ran back into the bathroom and put his finger up and said as plain as day, "Hold on." Then he ran into the living room because he knew the mate to the shoe was in there, picked it up and ran to Blaine's room again and gave it a good chunk! WOW! How cool is that?

Something else he is doing now that we find so funny is when you ask him a question he says, "Uuuuhhhhhmmmmmmm...no." And he cuts his eyes like he is really trying to decide what to say.

"Bryson, do you have dirty pants?"
"Uuuuhhhmmmmmm...no."

"I think you do."
"Uuuhhhhmmmmmm...no."

His brothers get a kick out of that so they are always asking him questions.

I am also always having to remind them that he is their brother. Not their dog. They are always trying to get him to do tricks.

Yesterday I was bringing my things in from the car. I always leave Bryson in the car when I do this because he will get away. I was going back out to the car to get him and I could here Brayden laughing. Then I heard why.
Blaine was saying, "Bryson...if you say 'retard' I'll give you a cheeto! You can do it! Say 'retard'!"

"Wee-tah!"

"Good boy!"

I just about lost it.

Sara