I can't believe our Little Ry Ry Pumpkin pie is 4 years old! (I would say already, but some days with him are sooo loooong.)
Ryder, the thing I like best about you is that you don't give a crap and you have enough confidence for everyone in our household.
You love super hard and you hate super hard. There is no in-between with you and sometimes that is refreshing (I said sometimes.)
For instance, the other week we went to a children’s museum that was littered with babies and small toddlers. You found an exhibit that was set up like a news station, walked over to the microphone and said into it with all of the confidence and conviction in the world, “Hello, baby bitches.” It wasn't a proud parenting moment but Dude, you are consistent. You have not found a baby you liked, or even tolerated.
Sometimes you are a little strange.
The other day when you were sick I asked you if I could get you anything. You responded with, “Something to snuggle. Like a weapon.” You are a strange little man, but I like that about you.
What I wish for you: I wish that you stay spunky and challenging and keep your seriously dry, dark, sense of humor.
Future Profession: Chase thinks you will work at Taco Johns because you say, "I will kill you for a burrito" a lot.
Current Nicknames: Ry-Ry Pumpkin Pie, Rudy, McRudy, the Rude-ster, Ry-Ry
Current Favorite Item: A silver dollar that you call a "valuable." You often hide it in hats that you wear and inside your underwear. Also, Netflix.
Current dislikes: babies, small toddlers and sandwiches
Ryder and I spent the day together. We made a birthday cake, we went to Pizza Hut for lunch, went to the candy store, he did shots with his brother and we went sledding.
At lunch my Mom asked how his special day with his Mom was and he replied, "I wish I was alone." So yeah, that stung.
Chase worked really hard and made Ryder a birthday card. Chase had been hiding it in various places around the house the last couple of days to make sure Ryder didn't sneak a peak of it early. Chase excitedly gave the card to Ryder this morning only for Ryder to respond, "Oh, I hate it." (Like I said, he hates super hard.)
Happy Birthday my sweet boy, my last born, the child who made me decide that we are "two and we're through."
Keep being you.
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