Thursday, August 19, 2010

A couple of months ago I took Ryder to the barber shop for his first hair cut. We sat in the shop talked with the men that were in there and watched the people ahead of us get their hair cut.
Since he does so many things with me and is around adults so much I just knew he was going to get in the chair, sit like a man, and let Lester cut is hair. Boy was I wrong. You would have thought someone was butchering him.
The other day I found this toy bulldozer that the other grandchildren had played with so I thought it would be something that he would enjoy. I mean after all he would stand in the middle of the road to watch the trucks go by. Every time a tractor trailer goes by he says “big truck, voom voom” like he is revving the engine.
Anyway I went out in the shop and cut a couple of pieces of very thin plywood and brought them in the house. I took the plywood and Ryder and I made a ramp using his blocks for the elevation. Then we started stacking the blocks on the ramp. I took the bulldozer and put it in front of the ramp and pushed the button take makes it go forward. When I did that Ryder took off for the sofa. I couldn’t get him to get off the sofa as long as the bulldozer was on the floor. It was fine for me to play with it, stack blocks, and let the bulldozed knock them down. He wound even cheer and say more but he wouldn’t have anything to do with it. I guess he thought it would hit him.
Just when you think you know everything about him he throws you a curve. He’ll climb a ladder. I don’t care how high it is or stick his hand in a basket of crabs and pick them up but with the bulldozer I had to wait for his mama to come over. She sat on the floor with him in her lap and they played with it and to think I thought we could make it fine without her. Again I was wrong.