Really boys....

I walk into the living room to find Ry chewing paper and actually feeding Ray Allan paper so now they are both chewing paper. Really Ry?!... I thought you were the quiet good one!!! Really Ray Allan?!...I cant believe you are a willing participant!

1, 2, 3, 4

Woke up this morning to RA counting: 1234779. I was very impressed. Apparently he was counting to his brother. Since he doesn't go to daycare and is not around other kids often I oftentimes worry that he is not learning what he should. It warmed my heart to hear this unsolicited counting. He is kistening, he is learning at home!

ABC, ABC

Having the sweetest moment with the boys. We are watching our favorite Sesame Street: Elmo & Indie.Stir singing ABCs. They are so mesmerized its on constant repeat. RA is even teaching Ry how to clap!

Peekabye

Our new favorite is Peekabye, as RA has named it. Its peekaboo under the covers. The delight and joy in their faces as I pull back the covers...I can live on those moments for days.

Dear Son,

Two years ago at 135am my life was forever changed with the birth of Raymond Allan. The love I feel when I look at you is like nothing I have ever felt. As I have watch you grow from a baby to a toddler, I am often overwhelmed and awed by your fearlessness, self confidence, and intelligence. You challenge me in ways I didnt expect. I love as a mother loves her son but also for the person you are: a strong willed, adventurous, outgoing, loving, bossy child! There are times when I feel the days are going slowly but in reality the years are going by quickly. No matter how old you get, know that there is always room in our bed and in our heart for you.

So I put RA's dinner in his highchair and told him its too hot to est now. We walk to the bedroom or so I thought. I look back to find its just me. RA decided to push the highchair to the couch, use the couch to climb into the highchair and feed himself. I guess he was hungry.

PowderGate 2011

I woke up this morning thinking I haven't posted anything all week because there have been no crazy/funny incidents. Its like RA heard me and decided to quickly remedy the situation. I put him in the crib with Ry to hang out and within 5 minutes "Powdergate 2011" happens.  Apparent, RA reached over and took the powder from the changing table and proceeded to powder Ry.  Unfortunately the hubby is the one who found them and he tends not to have a sense of humor about these things.  When I looked down the hall, he had Ry in the middle of the floor trying to at least wipe his face so the man can see. Ry looked like a powdered doll I wanted to take a picture of the scene but I could tell the hubster would not have appreciated it at that moment.

The clean up effort was intense. It involved stripping the beds down, dusted all the surfaces, taking everything out the room and vigorously vacuuming the floors.  RA just looked at us in wonder like "What happened?"  What will I do with this child but love him (and keep all powder away from him)

Poor Ry is such a good sport about all these things! He never cries, he just plays along.  I guess I know my answer now: he will be a partner-in-crime!