Thursday, December 9, 2010

Dear Ryder

You are 2 1/2 years old...
...and march to the beat of your own drum.

You have zero interest in learning your colors.  Or numbers. Or alphabet.  Honestly, that worries me.
Yet, you are oh so wise!

You can mimic Garrett to a "T".  His actions.  His voice.  His facial expressions.  It is truly a sight!

At all all hours of the night, you find your way into our bed.  It is a journey you make down a steep flight of stairs.  In the dark.  Gunkey (and now new Gunkey), your pillow, a sheet, Buzz, and no less than two additional toys accompany you.  Amazing.

You are a wild sleeper.  That is when you finally give in to pure exhaustion.

You tell me to to bop it (stop it) and I laugh.  You are stubborn and oh so relentless.  Often, I think I have met my match in you.

You can sport a pony tail on the top of your head like no other.  I love that about you!

Dear Ryder, thank you for being YOU

(Let it be known that while I type this you are banging on your door.  Yelling at me from behind closed doors.
Fighting your nap.  Again.  Go to sleep, sweet boy!)


Sarah said...

That's too cute! I think he and Drake would be the best of buds!!

patti west said...

...those brown eyes make me want to open his door & tell him he doesn't need to take a nap today. {wink, wink!} he is a beautiful boy!

Jenn Jenn said...

blessing of god, and he is the one who resembles you the most...Love his smile, I think he is my favorite!!!!

~jan said...

Let him get it all out now, Mama then he will be a perfect teen! ;)


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