(I hate to be the one to point this out...but we have recently noticed a very faint uni-brow... sigh... However, I feel this does not subtract from the cute factor...it just adds interest)
And still packing on the chub. Getting bigger then Milton...his favorite monkey.
At 7 months Ryder is heavy... 22 or 23 lbs and solidly in 12 month clothes... all 9 month outfits are like spandex, which causes me to yank and pull clothes on when we run out of clean summer 12 month sizes (which happens because he is a sloppy mess...(see below))... and causes others to look at him and question if he is getting proper circulation to his extremities...
Ryder is a raspberry master. With the constant raspberries and the teething his face IS NEVER DRY. Neither are any of his shirts...and he tries to eat bibs, so really the boy is a 24 hour sloppy mess... but a cute sloppy mess.
Our baby boy is now a champion sitter. He can balance himself great and even catch and correct himself when he starts to fall. He reaches well out of his immediate grasping range for toys and can now properly (re)insert a paci into his own mouth.
It is easy to get Ryder to smile. All you have to do is get directly in his face. Anything you do once there will lead to giggles, smiles, raspberries (lookout!) and/or grasping of your face.
Hey all,If you do not know us, the first thing you should know is how much we love the Lord our God, and we are striving to live lives worthy of the title, Believer.
The second is we are praying everyday for His return. On that day we will be reunited with our precious baby girl Caden, the treasure of our hearts. Since the death of our daughter we have battled grief, hurt, tears in public, brain surgery and chemo. We have also celebrated new life in the birth of our 2 sons. So come, read, share and enjoy the life God has given us. Although it is not perfect, or even what we had planned it is what He wants for us, so we choose to rejoice.
"Michael said Caden's funeral felt like a wedding. I smile to type that, because in many ways, it was: a celebration of one little bride being united with the Lamb."
our big Rigg
things that make me laugh
I came back into the room from treating myself to a nice, cold diet coke when I saw the Captain playing with Rigg. He was making the stuffed animal dance in the air toward our son and saying in a sing-song voice “Here comes the zebra.” I looked at him and said in the exact same sing-song voice “It’s a giraffe.” To which the Captain, with only the briefest pauses, sing-songed back the reply… “Daddy had brain surgery.“