Dear Ryan Theodore, what to say to you? You have such gorgeous eyes, your grandpa’s best friend’s name.
When you came into the world you cried and it broke my heart.
When you smile, you knock me out, I fall apart.
Pride is not the word I’m looking for. There is so much more inside me now.
Ryan, you outshine the morning sun, my son.
And today my darling boy is one.
He is the happiest, busiest little buddy. His favorite foods are broccoli and scrambled eggs. He has at least nine teeth, with which he loves to chew up apples and spit them out. It is disgusting but also kind of hilarious. He says dada, uh-oh, thank you (which sounds more like dah-do but the meaning is pretty clear), and, on rare precious occasions, mama. Just yesterday he pretended to answer the phone saying ah-do (hello) and I died laughing, so naturally he did it fourteen more times.
He waves bye-bye and is OBSESSED with getting high fives. His favorite games are “put stuff in the box then take it out again,” “roll the ball and chase it,” and peek-a-boo.
Still no crawling; he scoots on his bum everywhere and is so fast he’s hard to catch sometimes! That said, we are working with him on putting weight on his legs and strengthening his back muscles so he can crawl and pull to stand. I’m sure he’ll figure it out before too long, the little lazy sidewinder.
His sisters adore him even more now than when he was tiny, and he thinks they are brilliant. My heart swells when I see them play together.
Oh sweet boy. I’ll do whatever it takes. I’ll make a million mistakes. I’ll give the world to you, and you’ll blow us all away someday.
(No apologies to Lin-Manuel Miranda, because goodness this song. It gets me in all the feels.)
First and last images by Let Me See You Sparkle Photography. Second-to-last image by Kylie Pond Photography. All others by me.
Alicia Snow says
Happy birthday sweet Ryan!