For those of you who have known Big Ryan since his childhood you may have a little more insight (and sympathy) than those of you who have not. You see, it all started about 20 months ago. I gave birth to a very special boy named, well, Ryan. I know, it was clever of us to come up with that one! Anyway, the boy came out kicking, literally! Since it was my first c-section, I thought the doctor had put his arms inside my stomach clear up to my rib cage and was yanking Ryan out. This brought tears to my eyes because it was 'almost' painful. Later, the nurses told me that it was the baby kicking up until the last minute. I should have known I was in big trouble. So little Ryan came out kicking and never stopped. His little legs were always moving and I don't think they ever will. At eight months and a week he decided he was going to run.... and sometimes walk. Now at 20 months he only runs or gallops.
Here comes the trouble and the correlation between the two Ryans. Oh, about two months ago little Ryan started to become a real handful... tax busy season may have had a little to do with it, along with his age, and along with his momma's tummy getting larger by the minute. Once tax season ended, we had Keira immediately after. So lil' Ryan gained a dad and lost a mom. Then the poor kid starts having night terrors. Does this vicious 'lack of sleep' cycle ever end? The kid can open doors so we put a door lock on the inside of his bedroom. Well, he was able to figure out how to get it off the handle during the second night. So, I used the lock on the hand to lock him in. He figured out how to unlock that the same night I decided to use it. So yesterday big Ryan turned the handle on his door around so that the lock is on the outside of his room. This seemed to work.... so far. The kid will probably think to leave a bobby pin in his room one of the days so that he can use it on the lock once we have put him to bed .... because after all, that is something his dad would have done back in the day!!! Trouble ~ trouble ~ trouble!
Big Ry at 3
Big Ry at 3
6 comments:
just wait till he's older!
Big ryan looks exactly the same now!!! That picture is so funny.
It sounds like you have your hands full! Little Ryan was so nice at my house, I never would have guessed this type of behavior was a possibility. Good luck!
Sounds so familiar. Isabelle has figured out how to open a lock with a hair clip. I feel your pain, but I know there is lots of amusement from it too on some days. Good luck with that one.
That is trouble!! Good luck! :) MY husband is from Bakersfield... it's nice he's close enough that we can visit both parents when we actually go to california to visit... I wish I cwould have picked the Sna Diego... it is our favorite... but a lot of Devins extended family lives in Utah
I had night terrors when I was younger and I would often sleep walk and go outside! So my parents would totally lock my door. Good luck with that one!
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