Dear Ryder Boy,

You have always been the most mellow little boy.
You have the wisest eyes. When I look into those deep brown eyes I just feel like you can read my thoughts. It's funny because I have had many people express the same feeling about those eyes.
You never hesitate to give a smile and even when a stranger just looks at you you flash them the biggest smile.
You LOVE to give "high fives" and can even say it.
You always can say "hi" and "yes" and"Bama"(banana) and "this"
I swear you can understand everything I say.
Which makes me feel bad when the other day you were sitting in your highchair screaming and I looked at you and said "I love you bubba but you are driving me nuts with the screaming" and you stopped screaming and just looked at me and stuck out your bottom lip out and cried.
I hurt your feelings.
But in my defense I had no idea you knew what I was talking about.
But I love you more than words can express but we have to talk about your newest hobby.
The SCREAMING!
Seriously.
What
The
Heck.
I am not sure if it's just innate in my boys but you and Noah both can scream louder than any girl I have ever met.
It's been 7 days of my new screaming Ryder and it's taking some getting used to.
So, since you enjoy screaming so much and have a near scream heart attack when I leave your sight I thought I would take you on a little trip.
Just you and me!
I was looking forward to spending an hour with my little guy and I just knew you would love the one on one attention.
Well as soon as we got to the store you started screaming.
You kept saying "Mima"
Now you have to understand you are not a babbler like Emma. When you say words they mean something and I had no idea what "Mima" meant.
We went about our trip and you wouldn't stop screaming "Mima"
That was until you saw a banana and then you started screaming "bama!"
So I gave you a "bama" to hold onto and you were relatively happy then all of a sudden it was back to "Mima!"
And you kept looking around so frantically.
So finally we are checking out and you are screaming and I am thinking that this shopping trip with one baby was harder then my shopping trips with all four.


(I am sorry I am a mean momma and took a picture of your screaming but you are still so dang cute, even when you scream)

So I decide to just go home and I can hear you right behind me in your carseat screaming "Mima!"
So we get home and I plop you in your highchair give you your "Bama" and go upstairs and grab Emma(daddy was home) and as I am walking down the stairs with Emma when you look up from your highchair and start screaming "Mima!Mima!Mima!Mima!"
So "Mima" = Emma.
Melt
My
Heart
You haven't ridden in the cart without your sissy.
I put Emma down in the highchair right next to you and you instantly reached out and grabbed her hand and then stuck your other thumb right in your mouth and you were happy.....for a few minutes before you started screaming again.
I sure do love you sweat boy...even though you scream.
Mom