“I’m happy, Daddy”
“You’re happy?”
“Yeah.”
– said at various times. Usually not in response to, “How are you?”
Archive for the ‘Ronisms’ Category
Sayings of Ron
Sunday, January 13th, 2008The 2 Year Old’s Pronunciation Guide
Sunday, January 6th, 2008“Please, Daddy…”
Monday, December 31st, 2007“may we open presents again?” [He came up to me very nicely and asked in his very nice quiet voice -- the one where you can't hear him if there is any noise.]
Long Time No Entries!
Saturday, December 22nd, 2007Sorry, we’ve been really busy with family and birthdays.
A couple of quickies:
Today it was really windy out, and Jane said, “Boy, the wind sure is thick today.”
Her cousin Corban is visiting and was waking up from his nap. Jane asked, “When is Corban getting up?” “Soon, he was stirring when we checked on him.” “Oh. What was he making?”
Other recent fun phrases from Ron:
“Ready, set, go!” [Runs off]
When we play chase, he’ll stop, hold his hand up and say “Red light! Stop!” Then “Green light! Go!” and run off again.
“Chocolate face!”
Ronism
Sunday, November 4th, 2007“Catch!”
And sometimes he even mentions who he’s about to throw to, whether its mommy, daddy, Jane or even Peter!
The picture is from Halloween – he went as a “Baggieball” – Basketball player. More pics to come.
Ron and the Big Bed
Saturday, August 11th, 2007[we'll have some pictures from Ron's party today up soon]
So last night we moved Ron from his crib to a regular bed. The kids were quite excited. 
After a few minutes of celebration and jumping around by the kids, we got them tucked in and prayed for.
A few minutes later, Mommy was making a trip in to settle them down.
A few minutes after that, we heard crying from the room, and I went in. I found Ron stuck between the two beds! He fallen down between them and couldn’t extricate himself. After trying a minute myself, I called for backup. So Mommy came in and helped him get out, while I moved one of the mattresses. He wasn’t pinned, just turned in such a way that he couldn’t figure out how to get out. I was ready to start tossing furniture to get him out, but he was fine.
Unfortunately, a little while later, we heard Jane say “Ron, your hurting me!” So I made a return trip, pulling Ron out. We had a meeting in the study. Ron left the meeting with a better understanding of what was expected of him.
“Ron you need to stay in your bed.”
“Ohhh.”
After that, he got in bed and assumed the sleep position. We heard nothing more from them until this morning.
Go!
Thursday, July 19th, 2007Ron comes into the study with his crocs on.
“Daddy, puwhanna hanna oooo.”
“You want to go?”
“Yea!!!” Accompanied by the happy jumping and swinging arm clap.
“We’re not going anywhere right now.”
Immediate really sad face, and he leaves the room crying. (He stopped in less time than it took to type this.)
Shrieks
Tuesday, May 29th, 2007Yesterday, we were enjoying a quiet morning. Jane was playing in the living room, I was in the study, Rebecca was upstairs with Peter, Gramama was in the kitchen, and Ron had just come in to see me. It was a nice lazy holiday morning.
Suddenly, the most piercing cry and shrieks of terror came from the living room. Jane was screaming her head off! I had never heard her scream like that!
I jumped up, dodging Ron, looking for Jane. She had run into the kitchen after Gramama. As I ran through where she had been, I couldn’t see anything amiss. I finally caught up to Jane, who was shaking in fear. I picked her up and started asking what was wrong.
“Bug” she sobbed, and clung to me, twisting to look where she had been, trying to make sure it wasn’t going to get her.
Apparently, some bug had scared her. I carried her into where she had been playing and asked her to show me where the bug was. She indicated a spot on the floor, and I looked around but didn’t see anything. I was expecting to see one of the spiders that show up every now and then. The big ones are maybe three quarters of an inch in diameter (including the legs), but I didn’t see anything.
“Which way did it go, Jane?”
“It went that way,” she pointed over towards the bench about 10 feet away, and then cried out again in fear when she saw it under the bench. “There, Daddy! It went under the bench!”
I set her down and went over to look for it, still expecting the smallish variety of bug.
“Oh my goodness!” The bug that had terrified my daughter was a 3 or 4 inch cockroach! I about jumped back myself! And now it was headed up the stair wall towards my wife and infant! Fortunately, I had a flip flop by the front door in easy reach.
One carefully aimed smack later, and the bug was history, and we could all breathe again.
I didn’t realize Ron had been following me, totally without fear, until at this point when he made a sound like, “Awww, yeah, daddy! You squashed bug!” bouncing a little with excitement. He was clearly delighted and entertained by the proceedings.
I then turned around to see what Gramama was laughing at. Jane was standing on top of some toys in the plastic toy bins. When I picked her up, she was still shaking a bit, but she quickly wanted down to play.
Later that afternoon, we were outside on the patio playing, and Ron came up to me, stomped his foot, and said something that sounded a lot like “I squashed bug!”
Ron and Jane Video
Saturday, April 28th, 2007Watch the video below for news about Jane’s turkey and Ron identifying Mom and Dad. (3 minutes)
Ronisms Live (on camera anyway)
Saturday, April 28th, 2007“stuck” – pronounced [sssss - TuCK] used anytime he’s stuck, something else is stuck, or something isn’t working the way he wants it too. We hear it a lot.
The video is about a minute long.