I rarely capture Ryan, just being Ryan anymore. We seem to be so busy in the day to day. Lunches, target trips, "Moo, Baa, Lalala" before nap time and so on. Here is my big boy playing with his farm. We sang Old Mcdonald at least 15 times.
Apparently when I had him I became a super hero with magical healing powers. I have always been the one to make things better, to calm his colic, cuddle the grumpies away, kiss his imaginary and real boo boo's. I am called on to get things off the top shelf, to change batteries, and cut up food into bite size pieces. To him, Mommy can do it all. There is nothing I cant help him with or make better.