Truth be told, I’ve been procrastinating writing this post all week. As much as I would like to think it’s just my normal procrastinating nature showing, the reality is I refuse to admit the Ryan is going to be two. Or, I guess he IS two, by the time this post goes live. If you want me to be totally honest, I just read last year’s post for Ryan’s first birthday and cried. I cried, you guys. Over something I WROTE. Oh, boy.
Anyway, today is Ryan’s second birthday, if you didn’t figure that one out. I thought that just like last year, I would write a little somethin’ here on the bloggeroonie about it and him, since it’s also a time of thinking out loud.
Oh, my sweet, sweet Ryan.
Today you are two! You are two, and I can’t believe how old you are and how big you are and how amazing you are. If we’re being honest, there were days when I was unsure if you would make it this far (mostly because you seem to have a death wish, most days) and there were days when I was unsure if I would make it this far. But we did, and here we are.
You are the funniest, happiest person I know. Your daddy and I can make you laugh until you can’t breathe by doing absolutely nothing – half of the time you’re having the biggest giggle fit and your dad and I look at each other like, “Do you know what he’s laughing at?” That being said, you love extreme emotions, as we;ve learned when you have a tantrum – and man can you throw a tantrum. You are so stubborn and refuse to accept when something isn’t going your way. You are also STRONG and when you have something that I have to take away it’s a struggle!
You love our animals – much to their occasional dismay. Cooper is truly your big brother and potentially your idol – the other day you were eating food off of your tray with your tongue! You love to give Cooper hugs and chase him around, and you love to lay on Molly, poke her, and grab her tail. Each day I tell you how lucky you are to have 2 animal siblings that tolerate you so much. You are so hilarious with other animals. When we took you to the zoo, you loved the goats and started talking to them, but you were afraid of a chicken! You love to make animal sounds, especially lions. Your little roar kills me every time.
This year you became a big brother and seeing the two of you together has been the most fulfilling thing in my life. You adore your baby brother Owen. All day you try to pat his head and say, “awwww”. You try to share with him and want to hold him, even though you don’t quite understand why that isn’t going to happen. I was so, so worried you would hate having such a change in your life but you handled it like the big boy you are and I will be forever thankful for your making this transition easy. I can’t wait to watch you tow grow up together, best friends always.
Recently you’ve started to cuddle and I can’t even express how much I love it. You love to be held, to sit in my lap and play with my face. You love to lay in our bed or on the couch and just lay with us. Every morning you sit with daddy and drink smoothies while watching Disney Junior. When you start to get sleepy (but you’ll never admit it.) you climb into our bed and yell until someone comes in and lays under the blankets with you. And then you’ll promptly jump up and run away laughing.
Just like your momma, you looove to eat. Your favorites these days are apples, raisins, peas, chicken with BBQ sauce, tomatoes, eggs with ketchup, roasted sweet potatoes, sharp cheeses, broccoli (but only the tops!), brisket, and most of all CHIPOTLE. When we went to your 2 year check up, your pediatrician was absolutely shocked when we told him you weren’t a picky eater. While you definitely have moments when you’d rather eat raisins and rice all day, you are willing to try new things always – I hope that’s a trait you keep forever.
This year your little personality has really started to show. Your favorite things include: trucks, dogs, going out, trucks, smoothies, your daddy, Owen, Disney Junior, trucks, hiding things, and blocks. Did I mention trucks? If we head out to the car to leave and oyu notice we’re not taking Daddy’s truck you will SCREAM and cry and cry until we get on the road. Crazy.
You’ve finally started to talk! While you’ve always been a chatty boy, talking in your own little language, it’s been so fun to hear you say words and start to communicate. You’ve been able to understand us for quite some time, but the words have jsut been slower to come. I hope I never forget all of the funny words (real or not) that you say, like how almost every word starts with “a”, like a-box, a-book, a-car, or your weirdo mad eup words like when you go “dikka, dikka, dikka” over and over.
I know I’m your momma, but damn, boy you are the cutest kid I’ve ever seen. Everywhere we go we get stopped. Between your curly hair (which was going mullet, so I finally cut it!) and your giant blue eyes, I am in big, big, big trouble when you’re the age to date. (AKA NEVER, RYAN. NEVER.)
All of this is to say that you are simply amazing. You are just the cutest, sweetest, craziest (absolutely nuts) little boy I have ever had the pleasure of meeting. You’ve been tough, and you definitely test me daily, but I couldn’t have picked a better little boy call my first child than you. Everyday I wake up excited to see you, to go and lift you out of your crib and give you a big hug. I love you, munchkin, and I can’t wait to continue to watch you grow and learn.
PS – yes, I cried again while writing this one.