Ryker has grown up so much this summer. Sadly, he is more like a toddler or little boy than my baby boy. It's so fun to watch him grow up, but it makes me really sad sometimes. At his one-year check-up for the surgery on his head, he was amazing me with his maturity. I don't get to spend much one-on-one time with him and on this day I just really realized how much he's growing up. As we were sitting there waiting for the neurosurgeon and plastic surgeon to see us, he was having a conversation with me about things around the room. He is talking so well. As I sit and talk to him I can see the wheels turning in his head as he is forming a thought and working into words. Ryker really wants to communicate what he is thinking.
(By the way, this was the most useless appointment I've ever been to. We will not be going back next year, even though they said they would like to see us again in a year. They just stood there and looked at us. Then they asked me what I thought. Well, I think his head looks really good, but I'm not a doctor who has performed this surgery many times. I guess I was hoping for a little bit more of a medical examination of Ryker's head. Another tidbit of information that I found out is that Colorado is the state with the highest incidence of prefusion of the skull. Weird. Ok, enough of my tangent.)
Ryker is having a great time being a wild, play in the dirt little boy. He has a couple of friends around his age and, of course, his sister to play with so he is very busy. He misses his sister when she goes to preschool. He cried on the first day when we dropped her off. Ryker is very attached to his lovey and his roro(pacifier). He might still have his roro in college because I'm really not tough enough to take it away. We read the same books over and over before bedtime and he falls asleep holding one of his truck books.
I feel so blessed to have such a sweet-spirited little boy. He is a gift, a very special gift.
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