I’m a few days late on posting this one and I’m sure I could find a dozen excuses but…well… here it is!  Ry turned 7!  I have been warned by countless old people that these days will fly by and, while I didn’t believe them when Ry was sleeping two hours (not in a row) or crying uncontrollably for an hour, I believe them now!  

In the space between birthday 6 and 7, Ry has made new friends in our new neighborhood, transitioned to a new school, picked up a love for baseball and  lost two teeth.

It’s been a good year!  Our “little man” isn’t so little anymore….but he’ll always be our “little man.”