Ryker

Today, as we arrived at UMCLC, Ryker handed me half of an eaten cereal bar saying sweetly, "I don't want anymore." Normally, I would have gladly popped what remained of the strawberry carb yummy in my mouth and called it a day, but since I'm dieting, I needed a place to discard it. So, I placed it in Ryker's cup holder of his carseat, to which he responds in a unapproving, high pitch tone "It's gonna get yucky in there"...touché, sweet Ryker, touché.

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These days its all about shooting the bad guys! Mommy is learning how to play this game.

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I notice Ryker is playing in our foyer minding his own business. It takes me a second to realize he's been sitting in the dark, for how long I don't know. So I walk over and kick on the lights, to which he responds not looking away from his toys "thank you for turning the lights on mommy". Seriously.

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I'm watching a cooking show and Ryker enters the room. Trying to get my attention he keeps tapping my shoulder softly and in close to a whisper saying, "mommy, mommy, mommy" I finally look his way and he says nodding, so serious "Aunt stephie cooks". "Yes, she does" I say. "Yes, she does", he repeats still nodding. As if proud of himself for making the connection.