3 years old. THREE YEARS OLD. And he says “My name is not Ry-Ry anymore; that’s a baby name. My name is Ryan.” *Boo-hoo!!!*
Although this did delight me:
Upon jabbering away for 20 minutes straight to seemingly no one, he comes down the stairs and says “I was talking to God. About everything. He listens to me.” (The faith of a child! How cool is that?!)
Has anyone looked at the 10 day forecast for Maine? Rain, Rain, GO BLASTED AWAY!!!!
Off to the house! Thanks for all of your encouragement…I can’t wait to sit down and actually have the time to respond to everyone!