Ryal and Owen: January 2010

Sunday, January 31, 2010

Another pictureless post.

Last Tuesday was our first class in the Spring session of Kindermusik. We've missed our Kmusik friends and had many things to tell them. First Owen told the class that one of the books Miss Amy has at class, we also have at home. Then I let everyone know that when you roll your hands "rollin' on the river" style, that "it's just like wheels on the bus". Some of those babies in the class forget things like that!
Then Miss Amy pulled out the rhythm sticks. When I went up to pick out my sticks I told her they were "just like the sticks in my backyard". I mean really, we collect these things all the time. She was making over them like they were something special! So when I took them back up after the song to put them away, I let her know that "yogurt makes you poop".

Friday, January 29, 2010

This week...

When you're cold, my dad says "put on a hat". So I did.
And, I'm pretty.

Mom made us our own play land! Who needs McDonald's anyways?
Although their fries are better than mom's

Our mom says this picture makes her heart melt.
Too bad for her we don't act like this more often!

Sunday, January 24, 2010

Things my mom wants you to know but doesn't have a picture.

#1 The other day mom was hollering around the house checking to see if anyone needed their diaper changed. Owen and I still haven't figured out why she does this because inevitably we say "no, no poops" every time. We think she just likes to hear herself holler. She checked with Owen first and he gave her the standard "no, no poops" and then she asked me....I thought I'd be cheeky, because sometimes I just am...cheeky. I said "no, I'm fresh". I like it when mom laughs.

#2 Sometimes, er....most weekends we go to the Butterfly Cafe for breakfast. Nana and Papa get their first and order for us so we don't have to wait very long. Owen's not much of a waiter. I on the other hand can wait for my food and then when I'm done eating I also like to pretend that I'm a waiter and insist on busing my own plate to the kitchen. We go to the Butterfly so often that they now know this about me and are often waiting for me to bring it to them. For some reason they never let me go all the way into the kitchen. Only to the door. Hmmm, maybe next week.