Remember When

By: Michelle

Two years ago today was an incredibly eventful day in our family. I came home for the very first time. I say that because, after I was born, Mom and Dad spent three months visiting me everyday in the hospital and having to go home by themselves everynight. The first day home will never be forgotten. We practically brought home the entire Pediatric I.C.U. with us. But who cares, I was finally home!

Getting ready to make that momentous first drive home.

And me today!
How did I decide to celebrate this occasion, I started WALKING by myself today.

4 Weeks

So as the title of our blog indicates, Ryker and I have decided to completely take over our family blog. My parents keep complaining about being so tired and busy now (I don't know why, we both sleep well and don't seem too busy to enjoy our favorite games), so we have decided that it is up to us to keep the world updated on our adventures. Besides, how many people look at this blog to see what new project my mom is doing (totally boring) or how well my dad is doing in school (again, snoozer). People just want to see the latest cute and funny thing WE have done. However, in our discussion with "those other two people" we came to an agreement that they can stay on staff as guest writers every now and then. So here is Ryker's first post.

Well, today at 7:59 am, I officially turned 4 weeks old. Pretty neat since I wasn't due until two days ago, November 9th. My mom weighed and measured me to see how big I might have been had I chosen to stay in the oven the full nine months. I was 7lbs 12oz and 20 inches long. Cool, because I lost half a pound before I ever came home from the hospital. But what can I say, I am a boy and I like to eat. I still mostly just lay around and grunt and groan for my parents, and of course since I am a boy-I do a whole lot of tooting. But everyone once in a while just to remind them of how handsome I am, I flash them a full face cheesy grin. My totally awesome older sister is great. She helps with all my diaper changes during the day, but told me to forget about the night ones since needs her beauty sleep. She also tries to feed me whenever I cry. She sits next to mom while I eat and pats my feet or head, whichever is closest. I guess we have come to a truce since I came home. She is no longer trying to post ads on craig's list or e-bay to get rid of me and I no longer kick her while she naps (but it is whole lot easier for me since I am no longer in mom's belly and being squished between them while they nap on the couch together). Life is good.

Since my grandma has gone home, I am going to allow my mom to add a bunch of pictures our fabulous neighbor across the street took. I have to admit though, I look amazing.