Ryder is such a handful these days but he's constantly cracking us up with his Ryder-isms. The other day he was crying about nothing significant and the girls asked why Ryder was a cry baby. He heard them and yelled out, "I'm not a CRY BABY. I'm a CRY BOY!!" We were all on the floor rolling around.
Today I was working on my computer while Ryder was playing in the kitchen and he asked me for a peanut butter sandwich. I checked a few more emails and he was tired of waiting, so he yelled out "I want a peanut butter sammich wiff jelly! Now! That's what I'm talkin' about!"
Oh. my. goodness! What a little stinker.
Please excuse the background disarray of drapes and lamps. We just had the carpets cleaned and they are taking waaaay too long to dry because of the humidity.
I'm ready for my sammich.
Want some?
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