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!!

Blue

That's the last time I let him drive himself to the salon to get his hair did....

Cure All

People, my kid is a FREAK about band-aids. Just this summer alone we've gone through about eight boxes. He has often been known to put band-aids on his moles....for lack of real boo-boos. The other day I hear Bryson whine a little from the other room, then he tells himself "oh, I meed a band-aid". Obviously be bumped his head on something.......or he didn't. He's getting creative with his bandaging........this was his first uni-brow incident.
Now, join me in some praise when I tell you that his eyebrows stayed in their rightful place upon removal of the magic band-aid.

God Is Strong

So, a couple of Sundays ago I picked up Mr. Bryson from his class. He had a necklace on, that I assume was the craft for the day.....because nothing says 'hey, I just came from church' like a good macaroni craft. I digress. The necklace, in all it's macaroni glory, had a piece of construction paper on it that said 'God Is Strong'. Being the good mother that I am, I proceeded to interrogate the Mr to see what he had learned that day.....and also to make sure his teachers were doctrinally sound.
Our conversation was as follows:

Me: Hey buddy, what did you learn in church today?
Bryson: I learned about God and Jesus.
Me: (so far, so good teachers)....what did you learn about God?
Bryson: (Blank stare) I meed to go potty.
Me: Okay, did you learn that God is strong? (helping a toddler out- pointing to the craft)
Bryson: Yep
Me: How is God strong?
Bryson: Him keelt some guy, He's big and strong. (While showing me his muscles)
Me: Well, maybe next Sunday......

And Then......

Apparently I was not prepared for life with a three year old..... or maybe its just a coincidence that I have been able to accomplish absolutely nothing in the past week and a half.

Before I brief you on the birthday extravaganza, I have to tell you about last Tuesday. Its taken me a week to recover.

Okay, so we all know how wonderful Mr. Bryson is..right? Right. Well, if my memory is correct (I've tried to block it out) last Tuesday was an 18 hour meltdown from Hades. Mr. Bryson is not prone to meltdowns......whining, yes.....meltdowns, NO. Which also means that his parents are not use to 'parenting' during said meltdowns. I really need to brush up on my mommy toughness, and maybe read through some Dobson books again. There was screaming, whaling, gnashing of teeth.....and that was just from me! Thankfully, the storm passed after about 12 time-outs and some very serious tone-age of voice. Praise Jesus, my sweet boy returned the next morning!! And you will all be happy to know he gives me a heads up on what kind of boy he's going to be for the day! So far its been "mommy, I'm probably just gonna be a good boy today". WHEW!!!

Okay, enough of that. Here are some pictures from happier times! Thanks to Meme & Papa and Aunt Vickie & Uncle Kyle for hosting the great toddler invasion! We love you so much.

Your everyday Superhero....

The latest addition to his collection

There may have been adults in the bounce house......

The Meems....she's the greatest!

And good times were had by all.....