Ryker is 16 Months.

Sometimes he thinks he is 16 years old though. I know, I know, usually this kind of post should be saved until he is like 18 months, but I couldn't resist (and seeing as how he is 18 months around Thanksgiving, the post may never be put up at all).

Ok. All about Ryker at 16 months:

 Ryker is my silly, silly boy. When he was born, I was darn sure after the way that his brother is (stubborn, wild, and loud...hm...I wonder where he gets that...gotta be his Dad, ha ha) that I would get a little guy that is quiet, preserved, and gentle. NOPE. He had to match his brother and exceed him in any sort of way. He is an intense and sweet little guy, and we love him so bits and pieces. (And I love my sweet Mason just the same, too!)

Ryker loves to sing and shout, and make sure that everyone knows that he is around

Ryker (like his older brother) has an intense seriousness. When it is time to serious, its time to be serious. Even when its pretzel eating time.

This little guy is a porker. Don't get me wrong, he is still under the 50th percentile for weight and height, but he eats like there wont be any goldfish or bananas left in the world tomorrow.

I realize this picture looks like he is eating one of grandma and grandpa's fish. Its not. Its a chocolate doughnut hole.

 Ryker's Vocabulary:

Dad-dada

More-mo 

Outside-aou

Cracker- caca

Car-ca

Drink-ba ba

Cheese- teees

Apple- a-poe

Banana- nana

Thanks-teeee!!

Ryker drinks out of regular cups, stands on tables, gets his own kid meals at restaurants, takes showers, and insists on doing everything else his 3 year old brother can do.

Did I mention that he is ALWAYS happy? Just a crazy, happy baby. Baby. Yes, little bug. Please stay a baby for as long as you can:(

Love my little Ryker. Everyone loves him and his little baby blue eyes. And his fuzz head. And his little cheeks. 

Happy 16 Months, Little Bug