Olympic Feats At 30,000 ft

Let me tell you a little story, K?.....

Bryson and I flew to Arkansas for the weekend to do a little visiting. The flight there was fun and exciting. Bryson kept yelling 'I CAN'T HEAR, MOM'.....'IT'S SO LOUD, MOM'....'WHERE ARE THE BIRDS, MOM'.... Luckily everyone around us happened to enjoy loud, cute children. And who doesn't really??

The flight back home had some interesting twists. Bryson and I picked our seats (hehehe), and by God's goodness, we got a row all to ourselves. We grabbed a little snack before the flight, so I was helping the mister finish his, got him all buckled in...as we taxi down the runway. About the time the little wheels reach for the sky, Bryson yells (because he obviously cannot control the volume of his voice)..."Mom, I meed to go potty". To which I say "Of course you do".
I think its so funny which life moments reveal the depth of your spirituality. For example, I now know that I can pray as fervently for a family crisis as I do for my child's bladder at a most inconvenient moment. I am here to testify that we serve a Mighty God who can hold off a 3 year old's 'business' until cruising altitude. He is truly worthy of some praise here, people.
As soon we had leveled off up in the clouds, we made our move to the 'lavatory'.....(why can't it just be called the restroom??) We managed to origami ourselves into a three inch space so this little tot could finally get some relief. Can I just say that turbulence is not a friend to a little guy who's only been potty-trained for four months. Despite his best effort, our Mr. Bryson found it very hard to match the perfect 'aim' he has on land. He kept saying "I CAN'T BE STILL"....I was cracking up at what was going on in that fancy 'lavatory'. When he was finished, I showed him the button that flushes the toilet......the loud suction noise scared him so bad, he shivered all over for about ten seconds. I was crying from laughter as we were bouncing back to our seats. When I got him all buckled in again, he looked at me and said "I just can't be big enough for that potty, mom".......And he slept the rest of the way home.

THE END

Rough Start

The strong-willed monster has reared its ugly head this morning.
After we Bryson and I snuggled in bed for a while, while watching cartoons, we had this conversation.

Bryson: Mama, can you get me a drink?
Me: Sure baby, you want some milk?
Bryson: Yep, Chocolate milk.
Me: Oh, I'm sorry we don't have any chocolate milk.
Bryson: "Don't argue me mama, I meed some chocolate milk"
Me: aaaaand.......TIMEOUT!
And on his way to his Time-out spot he was saying "I'm so so sorry mama, I just love chocolate milk so so much".....

I can't be all that upset because I'm pretty sure the chocolate milk gene came from me!

I need some new mercies this morning!!

Inside Out

Okay, so before you think I'm running some sort of child labor ring, hear me out. Our Mr. Bryson loves, LOVES, to help me out with household chores. That is truly an alien characteristic to me, so I have no idea where he gets it. I certainly don't enjoy it.....and, well, we all know his daddy didn't influence him on that!
I was doing my normal five things at one time the other day, with the mr following my every step. I had a wild idea and decided to see if he could successfully get the clothes out of the dryer and into the basket. He is advanced for a three year old, after all!
When I was done loading the dishwasher, I came to check on his progress. And HE DID IT!! Only his method was to get in the dryer and throw the clothes in the basket from the inside out.
I think I might try that next time!!