Sometimes my lack of doing everything that I could and should accomplish is disappointing. I realize that although this blog was a hobby- I never thought that in years I could look back and see Hailey grow - see a stay at home mom turn photographer- see a building superintendent turn into a home owner- see a mom of one become a mom of two.
I have never been good at keeping things straight. My mom had boxes of keepsakes- baby teeth, first outfits, books of school day treasures packed neatly into closets. I haven't been so diligent- but without even knowing it I left a tad of a record in my ramblings. And so that's why it's been my intention to keep at it.
And so now to complain (make excuses I suppose) Every year I have been lucky enough to nearly double my workload. This year, has been especially hard. Ryan is attached to me "at the hip" He is also very smart for a boy that mutters a only 10 or so words. He knows if my clothing attire looks like I may be stepping out for a meeting. He is Ryan, a touch of a "bad seed" in a soft creamy white cute body. He is Ryan, a boy.
And so to recap Ryan at 20 months- for my record
At just over a year Ryan had a full set of teeth. I wish I could use that as the excuse of his demeanor- no luck- there is still often a night when he wakes up- only recently does he say "bubba" to which I respond by tiredly trudging into the kitchen to snatch him one.
He is a bit tiresome. He likes boy things. Mostly the things that allow hitting, slamming and noise making. He seems to take joy in hitting things with sticks, spoons, rattles (which may or may not include people). He smiles if he can see that this noise or jolt from such a hit bothers someone. Oh Ryan.
For a long time he has said, Mom, Dada, Nana, a baby version of Hailey, car, dark out(sounds like dart ow), out, eyes, hot, shoes...
More recently, bubba, grass, lawn mower (his favorite thing), baby, toes, high chair, grandpa.
He was born to "work" he loves cleaning, vacuuming, yard work, floor washing, laundry....he would rather do any of those things above toys any day. I feel like if he could talk, he would ask me when he could do these things "for real".
He is oh so miserable though. He wakes up from every sleep in tears. He wants me to be availiable to snuggle him for a half hour after each nap while he pulls at my hair (he has a complete hair infatuation, when I carry him in store he pulls at the ends- there is nothing better he would like to do then have his bottle and run the ends through his fingers) He is sensitive and already doesn't like rules.
But he is also funny- he knows when he can make someone laugh by making a funny face or doing something silly and will do so to entertain.
I will leave you with the thought of the process of getting Ryan inside after a period of any outdoor time. It is like a stealth mission. You have to creep behind him and scoop him (mostly carrying him like a sack of potatoes to avoid his teeth (I forgot to write about his biting phase- which may or may not be over) At which point he uses all of his force to wiggle from your arms. Once inside he "yells" his eyebrows are frowned and he hangs by the front door in a complete mess. Good thing he is so effn cute
