I know its been a bit since my last post...and I'll definitely be updating everyone on our holidays (I have posted some pics)...but before I forget what was said by Ryan (and how)...I figured I'd best get on here and post them.
Marriage:
Over New Years, our family and some friends of ours (Brent and Michelle) went up to Seattle to visit some other friends (K.C. and Amy). Michelle and I were pregnant at the same time with both kids. Grace and Ryan were born 6 weeks apart, and Evan and Spencer were born 3 weeks apart. Lately, Grace and Ryan have decided that they are going to get married someday. While in Seattle, they would run around holding hands, sit by each other during meals, etc. One night we went out to dinner and I handed Ryan a glass of milk to finish off. He put his straw in, and then Gracie put her straw in and they shared the milk. Spencer asked for some and Ryan informed him that he couldn't have any because "you have to be married to share milk...sorry."
We had several conversations with Ryan about it being ok to pretend, but that there was a certain order to things. I was happy to hear that this set in when he was recounting his plans with Grammie & Papa a few days later. "I"m going to marry Gracie." he informed them. "but first I have to go to college and get a job...then I can marry her."
Football:
Today we are watching some of the playoff (wildcard) football games (WAHOOO SEAHAWKS!!! and GO PACKERS!!!!). Currently the Kansas City and Baltimore game is on, and Ryan has decided he wants to root for KC. Baltimore is up by 3. Ryan is frustrated about this and just commented to me.... "If I could get inside the TV, I'd RIP that 3 off the score for the Bullets (evidently how he translated "Baltimore") and give them a 0!"
For some reason this hit my funnybone pretty hard. Might have been in part due to the seriousness with which it was said.
Check out the Hymas Photos for a couple new albums... "Boys - Nov/Dec 2010" and "Christmas".
Grand Canyon to a snow-filled Bryce Canyon
5 years ago
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