Our second born, Ryan, is in the two-hole (that mean’s he bats second for you non-baseball folk). Ryan is 2 years old and is a blond mess of curls. He’s the perfect combination of Amy’s stubbornness and my temper.
He’s usually talking up a storm or crying a tornado. He’s mostly awesome when he’s not sticking things in an outlet, climbing on the kitchen table or demanding whatever it is that he can’t have.
He loves whatever Alex loves, the vacuum, trains and the Paw Patrol.
He’s the little boy that wasn’t supposed to happen (once again, you need to read the blog to find out why).