Sometimes Strider’s words can be so sweet… and sometimes so
funny. And sometimes all within the same
10 seconds! The other day, he looked at
me and said, “When I’m a man, I want to find a wife like you.” And then after a short pause, he said, “I
wish I had fur like Daddy.”
Rayna loves to run after Strider and call him “boy! boy!”
She only calls him Strider when I tell her too… If it’s up to her, it’s
strictly boy!
The other day I sat with Strider and Rayna together on the
couch. Strider got in real close to
Rayna’s face and said so sweetly, “Rayna, you’re so cute. You can’t see yourself, but you’re really
cute!” I put my hand on the side of
Strider’s face and told him he was being so nice. And then Rayna took her
little hand and put it on the other side of his face and said in a soft little
voice, “Boy.” That was as close as she
could get to telling him “I love you Strider!”
Strider has a whole little “routine” down that he loves to
regale. He and Pete have memorized (from
watching it so many times!) a bit that Bill Gaither and Mark Lowry do
together. It’s a full song with lots of
comments thrown in – and Strider does it with the same exact accents and facial
expressions that Bill and Mark have… it’s hilarious. So now Mark Lowry is his all-time favorite,
most funny person EVER. (Strider’s also
in what I call the “superlative phase” right now – everything is the best thing
in the “whole wide world!”)
When I sit down on the floor, or anywhere else deemed
accessible by my children, I get very different response from each of
them. Rayna immediately runs at me with
her thumb in her mouth and her hand raised to grab my hair, wanting some
snuggly time. Strider immediately runs
over and essentially tries to tackle me, push me over, or some other rough
thing. Quite the difference between the
boy and girl!
The other day we read a poem in which a boy was talking to
the sun, essentially asking him where he had gone during the nighttime. The sun then responds that he was on the
other side of the world, etc. Strider
was perplexed by this dialogue, and then decided HE should try to talk to the
sun. So he ran over and opened the front
door. I heard him lean out and say, in a
very “cool” voice, “Hey, sun. What
s’up?” After a minute he returned to me
with a disappointed face and said, “It didn’t work”
