Hold on Rylan, your in for a wild Ride!
Rylan, so sweet and innocent…. Just a little angel…. Boy oh boy, I keep thinking to myself “How long will it take to corrupt him!?” Poor boy doesn’t have a clue what he is in for!
Rylan’s big brother Cameron is just full of it! While I was gone to Guatemala I called home one night only to hear a very upset little boy in the truck with his dad. Not about me…. about Grandma! Seems he was at her house with Makayla, my Godaughter who is 8 yrs old (my cousin Minday’s daughter). The two play well together! Cameron and Makayla proceeded to have a dirt fight. It was fun and games until Makayla got dirt in her eyes and Cameron just kept on throwing. Grandma hollored and threatened him to stop. Cameron didn’t stop. Grandma went over to put him on a time out and what happens….Grandmas gets continual loads of dirt right in the face! Now as I’m typing this I am still laughing to myself! I know, not funny….but the picture of it sure is. Well when I talked to my mom after I got back she said she was still picking dirt off her scalp!
My dad is very anal about his yard, he always has been. Way in the back there is a little play house for the two grandkids, Cameron and Eryn (my niece). Eryn is all girl and doesn’t get dirty much, but Cameron gets back there and the dirt is flying!!!! There is no grass left and the poor lawn is shot. Cameron has it all dug up. He goes back there with shovels, backhoes, rakes, spoons, whatever he can get his hands on. He uses my mom’s bird bath for water to make mud (she isn’t real impressed with that). The poor neighbor boy is always leaving looking like he just rolled across the yard a few dozen times! What cracks me up is each time my dad sees Cameron heading back there he is holloring, “Karla, Cameron’s going in the dirt!” I’ve given up. Cameron loves the dirt…and really, who cares? Boys like to be dirty, mine especially! My dad really wants to hollor “Cameron, Grandpa doesn’t have any grass left, get out of there!” But he doesn’t. He just keeps telling him I owe him a pile of black dirt and sod one day. I would have to agree. I say we wait for a few years until Cameron and Rylan are grown and it will make a good Father’s Day Gift : )
I have a pistol of a kid, that is for sure. The things he talks about amaze me. The night John picked me in Winona when I got back from Guatemala we were riding home. We passed a flower shop that Cameron and I had stopped at a couple weeks ago. He says, “oh no mom that flower shop is closed” I say, “that’s ok it is late and we don’t need flowers tonight.” He proceeds to ask me if my grandma and grandpas have died. I say yes, they have. He said we should take them flowers… I say yes, that would be nice. He says mom, you should tell them you love them when you leave the flowers. I say yes, your right I should. He goes on to tell me that they are in heaven up in the clouds but there spirit is sitting on my shoulder watching over me! I about fell over! I said your right Cameron, they are always watching over me, and all of us. He goes on to say our dog Sady (that died last summer) is on his shoulder all the time! What!!!!??? Where does he get this from? Is this really a newly turned 4yr old I am talking to? The amazing part about this kid is minutes before this deep conversation when he was getting in John’s truck he bent over and shook his tooshie while grabbing it and shaking it in my face…and started singing “Everybody Dance Now!”….
Rylan….hold on. Cameron has got lots to teach you!
