Enough at looking back; I'm ready to move on...and upward. Ryan's transforming into 'a little boy' right in front of my eyes. Each day he loses a little bit more of that "baby-ness". It's bittersweet. He's like a little clock; his day starts at 7:00 with his wake-up call, "MaaaMaaa" (Even though his crib is now a 'toddler bed') he still insists on me coming to him. This morning, I crawled back into bed with him...tried to snuggle, just started to close my eyes and "Up Mama"...and so our day began. We are 'full steam ahead' when it comes to potty-training...so when we're spending the mornings at home, it's easy to get dressed! Undies only!
Got to visit with my long-lost, best friend, Jessica tonight. (I am so glad she's back home!) Ryan's got that shy personality around new people so I was anxious to see how he'd act. He was a little more quiet than usual, but was happy to "brag" by bringing me the magnetic letters on the fridge (to show Jess he KNEW his letters.) ... I meant to snap some pictures.
Ever since Ryan's turned 2 (January 20th) I've been "trying" to cut out his 'paci' use. It's my weakness, and his most prized possession. He ALWAYS has it at naptime and bedtime. Even though I still give them; I have long stopped buying them. Point of the story? We're out; we had 2, then one disappeared yesterday, and now the last, final paci went missing tonight. Ryan never gives me a hard time going to sleep; but tonight...oh boy! He never actually said or asked for his paci; but we BOTH knew it was missing! I remained strong and fought the urge to just put him in bed with me...we had 3 'tuck-ins' until finally...his battle with the sandman ended.
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