Ry, Ry he’s our guy
Make appointments for Ryan ……DONE
Make appointments for Ellen’s: dermatology (yuck it was a tiny wart on the inside of my arm), dentist, and followup ob/gyn appt. …….DONE
Double check dermatology appt (yup, Tues at 2:15 pm), don’t bother to check dentist appt ……..DONE
Show up at Dentist Office at noon on TUESDAY instead of THURSDAY (when the appt was supposed to be) ……..DONE
Realize mommy brain is in effect …….PRICELESS
Ahhhhh, the ever laughable and laudable quirks of being a mama. So many things to talk about I don’t know where to start. I’ll just go with a laundry list of fun:
My dad, after mentioning at EVERY visit that Ryan was not as fun as Belle (yes indeed he was saying his not quite two month old grandson wasn’t entertaining him as much as the chihuahua) finally saw Ryan at peak performance Monday night when we visited them at home for dad’s big 6-0 birthday. Ry was in perfect form, eyes wide wide open - he’s a totally different looking kiddly with his whole face lit up from his little roving eyeballs, and cooing and responding and craning his neck around to see everything and take a look around at everyone. It was swell.
And speaking of the little guy with the cutey eyes … he is too funny. He can lift his head and hold it up for long stretches of time when he’s laying on my chest. It’s like a little dinosaur trying to learn to roar. Ahhhhkghghg. His newest tricks are cooing when he’s happy (i.e. well fed, preferably twice, with a clean nappy and rubbed and patted to a burping finale) his little baby noises are the best ever. It’s like there’s a warm and gooey little chocolate cake inside of you and then you hear his little chitter chatter sounds and the little cake mushes all in your insides. Weird analogy but true. At least for this besotted mommy….
Ryan is sturdy now! His head feels fully formed now, a perfectly round (no matter what Auntie Edna says) round little pea pod head. His little torso is filling out nicely and feels solid and substantial instead of squishy and “floppy”. I think it’s from all the rounds we go thru while nursing. He cranks his head back and balks at me telling him it’s time to eat. Even though he’s screaming that he’s hungry.
And I know I’m not supposed to say it out loud (for fear of bad bragging karma) but Ryan is a great baby. He really only squawks in protest when he’s wet or hungry. Most other times he is a chill little dude. But when he’s hungry - watch out! He comes from a complete and total sleep (both arms thrown up over his head, head drooping to the side, little body stretched across the bed) to full decible yelling in under 3 seconds. I’ve been trying to tell him that he doesn’t have to get angry to wake up, he can just open his eyes and poof! you’re awake. We’re still working on that one…
Our latest thing is I’m trying to get him to the photographers for his Christmas pics complete with full Santa velour outfit of course, but have had to reschedule 2 times already. And then there are only two times that he is “good” so gotta plan around those times. And I go back to work on Monday soo boo hooo!!!!
I’m excited to go back just because it’s been so long, but oh gosh how I will miss seeing every little nuance of Ryan’s growth and development. I’m sooooo pleased that Bobby will be able to stay home with him and am trying to curb my already looming jealousy of their time together. But Bobby is so good with Ryan, he’s just a great daddy instinctively and isn’t worried or tentative with anything. He’s a take charge kinda guy…. And it eases my mind and transition back to work knowing that Baby Ry’s home with Daddy instead of with strangers. Boy, oh boy oh boy.
So many more stories, but I gotta catch a 20 minute nap before mister double r starts roaring for his next meal.
ta ta for now - mommy of the cutest boy ever