Two years ago, I was in labor, fully dilated, fully effaced, and making no progress. 🙂 My firstborn was not moving down the birth canal, yet we tried and tried to get him out. His mama went through a whole lot in getting him out of the womb, and it was all worth it. My first thought when Ryder was pulled out of my belly and announced was that he cried awfully loudly. 🙂 He’s still loud. I think that’s one of his main characteristics now at 2 years old. My son does not have an indoor voice. He lives life to the fullest. He runs instead of walks, he yells instead of talks, and he is all boy and fully dramatic. There’s no half way or medium for him. He’s also a very friendly, happy, curious, take it all in kind of person. He studies everything that’s new in his world. He takes in every detail. He says hi to every person he sees. He wants everything he can’t have and doesn’t want what he can have. He loves the outdoors, he loves his girl Zoya, he loves new challenges, and he especially loves anything mechanical or musical. If it moves, has a button, makes noise, or creates a reaction, then he loves it. He is usually found with a calculator, a vacuum or push toy, or some kind of ball. He is drawn to guitars, pianos, and music, and he dances as soon as he hears anything musical. He is currently learning tons of new words, and he has a book reading time before bed every night. His favorite books are the Bible and his Elmo seek and find book. He sleeps with 3 “B’s” (blankets) and Elmo and Gogg (his toy Husky). He kisses his brother and his dog before he goes to bed. And he loves going over to Chan’s and Pop-pop’s. He also loves hanging out with Hav, his auntie. My boy daily tells jokes that we don’t understand and laughs like they’re the funniest thing ever, and he eats a banana every morning. 🙂 Basically, this is Ryder in a nutshell.
Happy birthday to my handsome young man. We’ve been especially blessed to have such a sweet, happy, dramatic, intelligent, quick, adventurous person in our family. And my world has been forever changed . . . always for the better, even on our rough days together. I’m a very blessed mama.