October 14, 2005
He came a day late. He weighed 8 pounds 10.3 ounces and was 21 and three quarters inches long. I was thrilled at that size. If he had been small like his sisters, I would have had a lot of weight to lose.
Before he turned two, he chipped a tooth and broke his nose. He has since done more...falling in the duck pond and throwing a rock up in the air and hitting himself in the head to name a few. Yep...he's a boy!
Showing off his Super muscles before Trick or Treat
He's my baby. He is wild at times. He chews on his shirts. He is high strung. He is huggable. He is bright. He is super funny. He loves his family. And he is super cute.
Happy Birthday, Ry!