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Tales of Bryn


Tale Nr.1 - Bryn has been getting a bit rough of late and thinks it's dead funny to slap people in the face and see their shocked looks of horror! He giggles with great delight, and the more you tell him it hurts, the harder he laughs... Until this afternoon... This afternoon he slapped his equally slap-happy but ultra sensitive big brother Luey (that'll learn the little redhead for saying, all these months, "I don't care if he hits me, it doesn't hurt! It's funny!!!")... Bryn got Luey a good one, right in the eye... Luey was NOT a happy camper, and burst into LOUD tears, and at first Bryn just looked a little confused... Then he starts going, "Doh, doh, doh, doh..." which, I guess, meant something like, "Why are you crying??? I didn't hit you that hard!" But Luey was fairly insistent that it had HURT!!! So, then I say to Bryn, "Why don't you give Luey a huggle and make it better" - I really didn't think Bryn would, but Voila! He did! Luey still was happy and Bryn was looking more confused than before, and eventually the bottom lipp started to quiver and he started crying him... I suggested again that he try to hug Luey and again he did, this time Luey hugged back and seemed a bit happier. Bryn was also a bit happier, and spontaneously hugged Luey again and again until Luey was smiling! Today Bryn learned the power of GIVING hugs (as opposed to GETTING hugs)...


This is Bryn on his newly inherit Little Tikes trike (inherited from Luey, who inherited it from Erik)... He's allowed to have it in the house, as I don't want him taking off down the footpath just yet, and he's thrilled to bitS... See the mark on his nose? That brings us to tale number 2...

Bryn tale Nr. 2 - 'Scuse me to all who have heard this already... The other morning I was cleaning up and the smaller boys were playing around the house when I heard Bryn cry out in obvious pain, and the Luey exclaim, "I didn't do it, I didn't do it!!!" I went to investigate, gave Bryn a comfort feed, and all seemed better, couldn't feel any bumps on his head and all his fingers were intact. A while later I'm chatting with Bryn and I notice a big scrape on his nose, it looks kind of raw and sore. Then I discover the CHEESE GRATER on the kitchen countertop, where Luey has obviously put it to get it out of Bryn's reach (Bryn had helped himself to it out of the lower kitchen cupboard where it USED to be stored... The boy had GRATED his nose, ouch!!!

Bryn tale Nr. 3 - Every morning and afternoon that we go to drop Erik off to school and pick him up we pass the crossing guard, Sam... Sam is a very friendly guys and says hello to each person in turn, and he never forgets to say hello to Bryn who he seems quite enchanted with (probably because I wear him on my back in the Ergo)... The thing is, Sam seems to think Bryn is a girl (calls him Little Miss all the time). So anyway, when he didn't see Bryn yesterday he asks, "Where's my girlfriend today?" to which I replied, "Oh, your girlfriend is a BOY!" to which he replies, "He to beautiful to be a boy!!!"... Ah, I used to get offended when people said this about Luey (no one every mistook Erik for a girl, his head was too big, hahaha), but these days I juat have to laugh at the silly notion that only girls can be beautiful...

Comments

Rae said…
Noah's had that comment too. It is a strange one!
Anonymous said…
Oh those tales of Bryn are just so cute - and the hugs...gorgeous!! Sorry I haven't been around much, still reading your blog, just crazy busy with life atm. Now that Jimbo is home I'm hoping to have a little more time just to browse and reply to stuff. Ahhh, the hard life. ;o)
Nic and Beren said…
Oh beren too !

Bryns such a cutie!

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