Ryker's Antics

Oh, Ryker. As the littlest of three, I feel like he hasn't gotten as much attention on the blog, but he makes us laugh everyday and is still super cute, even when he is being a troublemaker. At nearly two and a half, he has strong opinions on a lot of things, pushes his limits, and is not fun to be running morning errands with anytime after 11AM (meltdown city), but so far he's still easier than both his brother and sister were at his age!

Some cute Ryker episodes lately...

Chips for Breakfast

One day last week Ryker decided he wanted to have chips for breakfast. Of course I said no, but he was pretty set on finding a way...

Jump Hop Bounce
The other day Ryker was jumping on one of our living room chairs. Our exchange went something like this:
Me: Ryker, please stop jumping.
R: I not jumping, I hopping.
Me: Ryker, please stop hopping.
R: I not hopping, I bouncing.
Me: Ryker, please stop bouncing.
R: I just pretending. (As he's still jumping/hopping/bouncing.)

Which, immediately reminded me of a similar situation I had with Sydney 2 years ago and wrote this blog post about -

February 23, 2013
Me: Sydney, please don't jump on the couch.
Syd: I'm not jumping, Mama, I'm just bouncing a little.
The next day.
Me: Sydney, please don't jump or bounce on the couch.
Syd: I'm not jumping or bouncing, I'm just hopping a little.
She got me there...I give up.

Can't stop pooping.
A few weeks ago Sydney was eating a yummy snack and said, "Mom, I just can't stop eating this." Ryker immediately followed this up by saying, "Mom, I just can't stop pooping."

It struck me as so funny in the moment, 1. because he didn't even think about it before saying it, and 2. because Ryker has always been a frequent pooper. The kid loves, loves, loves fruit, and still poops multiple times a day. It's turned into a little joke about him - the boy's got some healthy bowels.

Hock-A-Doctor
For the most part, we can understand everything Ryker says. But for a couple of weeks, he kept saying the same word that none of us could make out. Sydney and I thought it was so funny every time he would say it. Hock-A-Doctor. This is exactly what it sounded like. Then one night, my sister and Raum were in town and having dinner with us. Ryker again said hock-a-doctor and my sister goes, "Oh, a helicopter?" Of course! Helicopter. 

Sweet Boy
Even with his two-year-old attitude, Ryker is a sweet, sweet boy. I had a chance to be home with just him for about and hour and a half last week, which is a very rare thing, and here is how he spent most of the time while I got a few things done.