Little Ring

TWO infinity and beyond!

(This post is a couple days late…) From this: To this: To this: I don’t know how it is possible you are already two; I clearly remember just yesterday being the day you were born. So many changes the last year, heck, the last three months. Your undying love for your bike; your game of playing helmet with papsy’s helmet; your own give-mama-a-heart-attack version of Road Bike Party; your insistence on dressing up in mama’s sweaty running gear the moment she walks through the door; the new sentences exiting your mouth every day; your off-key, super loud singing (makes mama proud!); your desire to help that more often than not turns into more work for us; your recital of Don’t Let The Pigeon Stay Up Late, usually done while making a “big piece” on the potty; your go-go-goness from the moment you wake up to the moment your head hits …

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21 months: I. Love. You.

Dear Female Cyclists: On behalf of the Princess/Rings family, I sincerely apologize if you were offended when my dear boy, pointed to the both of you, one after the other, excitedly waving his arm in the air as he exclaimed “Dike! Dike!” just as you were passing. He in no way was referring to what your sexual preferences may or may not be. It’s just that, well, he loves everything bike (seriously, he’s crazy obsessed!) but has yet to master the necessary ‘b’ sounds. But hey, better than calling trucks “%$&#” don’t you think! Racing for ice cream, and already letting the girls win! Dear Ladders, Chairs, Tables, Pretty Much Anything My Child Climbs: Please keep my boy safe, please don’t let him fall through your cracks, or off your platforms. It’s bad enough the kid wants to climb to the moon at 21 months old and give his mama …

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18 months: too fast

(I’m a few days late with this post.) Dear Little Ring, 18 months, how has that happened. I swear, it’s as though I blinked and you went from a crying, sleeping, pooping lump, to this super chatty, super curious, super adventurous, walking, running, climbing, and trying to cycle little boy. And your knowledge, my goodness, is incredible. This year and a half, I have learned so much from you. Every day I learn from you. I’ve learned that we don’t need to know all the words in the world, we don’t even need to know how to read in order to find love and laughter in the world of books. That day YOU read the Gitchy Gitchy Goo book at the edge of your room, no idea that I was watching from afar, tickling yourself at all the right pages, and getting super excited with giggles at all the right …

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Strength training, toddler style

Dear Little Ring, Remember those days when you were just a lump? The days when you’d lie there keeping mama company for her strength training? The days when all you could do was lift up and try to grab my necklace as I struggled through pushups or planked for a minute over top of you? The days when you’d roll from side to side, lift your arms, lift your legs, but essentially still just a little lump? Remember those? Oh how long ago those days were… Dear Little Ring, While I do so very, very, very much LOVE our daily snuggles, during strength training? Really? During pushups with your much larger lump directly under me? Really? During planks, clam shells, squats and lunges – Really??? Yes mama, really! (Note: He was totally lifting his legs just like I was AND reading his book – little show off! 😉 )

12 months: Moments…

Shhh… As I sit here in the rocking chair with you sleeping in my arms, my heart is near bursting. (Note: the heart bursting thing, it’s a daily occurrence when it comes to you) You’ve been sleeping for awhile now; I just can’t bring myself to lay you in your crib for the night. Good thing. Moments ago, your eyes popped open and you gave your mama the sweetest smile and the most heart-melting giggle. Then, you promptly fell back asleep. Dear boy, I love these moments! Dear boy, I love you! You, who by the way, after months and months (seriously, months!) of teasing us with a Jack-in-the-Gums style tooth finally cracked a proper tooth just last week. Gone is my toothless wonder! You, who by the way, loves to live on the edge, giving your mama heart palpitations every step of the way, whether it be mastering the …

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