Ryan Report, or, That Ring Really Socks
Topic: Ryan
I can't even tell if Ryan is over his cold or what. His nose is a lost cause until summer, I think.
Anyhow, when I put lotion on Ryan after his bath at night, I take my wedding ring off first. Sometimes I forget to put it back on. One morning I left Ryan in his room while I went to the bathroom. I realized I hadn't put my ring back on. When I came back, Ryan had it on his finger. He had his fist curled up so it wouldn't slip off. Clever lad. He didn't want to relinquish the ring. I did however, get it back. It looked weird on him, I must say.
Today I found that Ryan can match his socks. He likes to pull all his socks out of the sock drawer and either put them on the floor, or stuff them into different drawers. From the pile he made on the floor, he picked out a perfectly matched pair of socks and brought them to me to put on him. The socks did not, however, match his outfit. :) The socks he likes are white with red, and have little red reindeer on them. They go with his fleece reindeer outfit. I don't know why he likes those particular socks so much, but he does.
Lately he's been very good at communicating his desires. He still isn't really speaking English (he just says, "chee" instead of "cheese," for instance), but he gets what he wants. He goes over to the fridge, has me lift him up and open it, then he points to or grabs what he wants. One morning he wanted ravioli for breakfast, so I heated up some for him. What the heck? Another morning he wanted a slice of chee.
I'm not as worried anymore about Ryan climbing out of his crib. I don't know what possessed me about that for a while. It helps though that we have a baby gate in the doorway to Ryan's room. The other day we were upstairs, and I'd taken the baby gate down and leaned it against the wall. Ryan went over to the baby gate, and tried to put it back in his doorway! Not sure what was up with that.
I've been meaning to note for a while that I used up the last of the Dreft and have been using normal detergent on Ryan's clothes. It's not really a big deal (especially because before Ryan was born, I washed all his stuff in Tide before I realized you're not supposed to - it turned out fine though), but it's a mini-end of an era. I love the way Dreft smells. It's just one more move away from baby stuff, so that's why it made me a tiny bit wistful to let the Dreft go.
Something very cool happened the other day. I was talking to my Mom (hi Mom!), and told Ryan to say bye bye to Grandma. Ryan did! He also waved at the phone, which I thought was cute. I think that is the only time he's ever said, "bye bye." He doesn't wave very often, either.
I want to get my next post up before I go to bed, but in saying that I probably just jinxed myself. Check back in about an hour from the time this says it was posted. If it's not up then, it won't be tonight. If it is... enjoy!