Clayton LOVES trains, his puppet-backpack (curious George... who just secretly decided to hibernate for a time), movies, games on the IPOD, his LeapFrog TAG books, praying for Luke and Joshua and Jacob and Jared and their mommy and daddy and Jaxson and occasionally for gum and candy and not getting out of bed so he won't get in trouble, riding his "motorcycle," feeding the ducks, eating at Pizza Inn (they have TV with cartoons), brushing his teeth, swimming (right now bathing is as close as he gets to swimming), acting like a dinosaur and roaring, watching cartoons on the "puter," listening to his favorite song REALLY LOUD in daddy's car (MercyMe's "This Life"), saying "Bryson, NO, NO" and "Mommy, look..." when Bryson's doing something he shouldn't be doing, sleeping with the "shh, shh, shh..." noises on (crickets from the sound machine in their room), helping Mommy bake or cook, helping in any way as long as he thinks it's fun, etc...
Bryson LOVES to do ANYTHING his brother is doing, say "Tan Too" (Thank you) and "Wo Wo" (You're Welcome) and "DAHD" (Dog) and "Bu" (Bug) and "Bahber" (Diaper) and "dow" (down) and "BA" (Bye) and others I can't remember right now, taking his shoes and socks off EVERY time we go ANYWHERE, reading books and playing with them (most of the time trying to shred them or eat them), pulling clothes out of all the drawers, putting Clayton's underwear on his hear or arm or leg, wearing mommy or daddy's shoes all over the house, plugging and unplugging things (yikes), playing with Bubba's trains and tracks (sometimes destroying them), getting into daddy's backpack at any possible moment, trying to get to the computer to pull keys off again, going through mommy's purse, taking baths, pinching his bubba and trying to act as tough as he can, saying cheese for the camera, running like a Clydesdale horse, screaming at the top of his lungs just because he can, climbing on anything, climbing specifically up on the changing table to take all the wipes out of the box. He's very dramatic when he's upset. He has to sleep with a onesie on or he will take off his diaper (wet or dirty, doesn't matter). He has to sleep with his bear and dinosaur. If it's quiet, he's always doing something naughty.
I'm sure I'll think of more. Maybe I'll post again later :) They are best friends and such a blessing to us!
