At 19 months, Ryan is a riot. He’s got a ton of words, tricks and silliness I had to blog. Bobby and I were looking at pictures from when he was a wee lad, and surprised again at how little he used to be. So in honor of my growing boy – a snapshot of him today:
Ryan’s vocabulary:
His standards: Dada, daddy, bob, bobby, bobbydaddy, mama,mommy (at least I rate two names) nana, pees (please), uncool(uncle), ena (AUNTIE edna), emme (Amy) tia, Piia (because I talk about her so darn much), elmo, ernie, wo-wo (lolo lising), updown (he only says the two words in combination). This morning he pointed out my eyes, nose, ears …..ahahhhhhh.
New words: outside, play, sit (though nana swears its something else) yesssss! (includes handslap) and noooooooooo – though thankfully we don’t hear that too much yet. we’re working on the “k” sound ….K-k-k-k-k-k ……
Kisses – he knows what they are, how to turn his cheek to receive kisses, and how to give them(very selectively), he’s working on the word – sounds like ki-eeees)and Chris. There’s a bunch of other words that crop up but those are his favorites right now.
But what melts my heart is the fact that he breaks out in song all the time. He sings E-I-E-I-O at all hours of the day, sings nana’s pong-pong song complete with feet clapping – that’s right I said feet clapping. The other thing he does all the time, particularly when he’s in his carseat, is strip off his shoes and socks and then take his toes and puts them on top of his head. I call it monkey feet. The boy and his toes!!
The other day the boys picked me up from work and we ran errands, ending with a trip to Arby’s for some grub. Ryan’s gnawing away on a chicken strip and I turn around to check him out, he’s sound asleep and actually snoring a little tiny bit, but…. why is he STILL CHEWING HIS CHICKEN STRIP? There is no funnier sight than your child sleeping and eating at the same time. I’ve heard of crying and eating, and pooping and eating, but sleeping and eating was awesome.
The last funny (at least today it’s still funny, and not mind-numbing) is his passion for Ernie, of Sesame Street fame. It’s ususally one of the first things he says in the morning and it’s definitely one of the last things he says before closing his eyes. So even though Ernie comes up at least 150 times over the course of the day, we laugh. And laugh and laugh and laugh together…
We are blessed.
hellooo open up please, gotta send some money to my homies trying to have a pre-school spring break
just saw this announcement on 
who despite their ancient costumes were carrying sub machine guns and metal detectors. I wouldn’t consider their countenance as stern, but rather somber and aware. My secular (at times) mind wanted to point out the contrast between Jesus and sub machine guns; but the standing in the seat of the Holy Roman Catholic Church has a quieting effect, even for the hyper critical Armijo abroad. The bulk of the mass was said by a non-descript priest whom i could barely hear, but the pope got on to do the big stuff and the term rapt never seemed more appropo. I understand this is a had to be there story but se la vie. afterwards Ellen and I purchased an Il Papa flag for about 50 cents american. the guy originally wanted like 4000 lira (around $2 at the time but i pointed out the flag seller 10 feet down and politely offered 1000 lira, which he accepted gladly. Now i hear you (whoever you are) saying don’t you feel bad haggling in Vatican City? To you i say No! for I had passed back into Rome like a hundred yards back and when in Rome do like the Romans! Que No?
