Our sweet, wonderful youngest child Ryan is our biggest boy now. A mere 5 lbs 5 oz when he was born, he's now 41.25 inches and 37 lbs. He is built solidly with muscular thighs and not much paunch. Ryan is a big kid with a tender heart. He has unfortunately inherited his mother's grace and is constantly spending quality time getting reacquainted with the ground. I think it has a lot to do with the fact that he doesn't pay attention to where he is going rather than complete clumsiness.
Since birth, Ryan has been our most curious child. I remember trying to feed him in the NICU and having trouble getting his attention because he would rather look around and see what was going on. He is constantly asking questions. He wants to know where, when, how, what, and why for anything and everything. He asks questions he already knows the answer to, and when I repeat the question to him, he will answer it himself. He cracks me up with his strange little quirks. When he doesn't want to eat something, he'll tell me "I can't like it." It's not his fault that avocado is yuck, he just can't like it.
Ryan is definitely my baby. He likes attention. If someone else hurts a knee or an elbow, Ryan is right there to claim the same injury and specialized attention. He is most likely to fake a cry after a fall or a loss of a toy, etc. He loves to be one of the gang and special all at once, and he manages to do it with guileless cunning.
Ryan is always on the go. He is the least likely child to be found watching TV. He is always playing and loves to be right in the middle of things. He plays well with both his brothers, and when one of them is upset because Ryan is playing with a toy that he wants, Ryan will usually hand the toy off to his brother because he hates to see either of them sad.
He is always coming up with new phrases and interesting ways of saying things. His newest quirk is to say "mine." For example, "Can I have mine toy? Where is mine shoe? Is this mine daddy's car?" He has always said "my," but I guess the mine is too tempting. Another favorite word of late is "almost." When you tell him it's time for bed or time to take a rest, he says "almost." After noticing how often he uses the term, I did a self examination of our daily conversations, and I'm pretty sure he got the almost from me.
Ryan is a tiny version of Bob. He like to listen to Bruce, watch baseball (in fact, we are starting to watch some pre-season football, and Ryan wants to know where is his baseball), obsess about Star Wars, use the "force," and is most often the child who will pay attention to whatever it is Daddy is up to. He checks the mail with Daddy, and any time the car moves, he likes to be inside it and go somewhere.
Ryan is our biggest talker. He is always willing to deliver a large quantity of information. He willing rats out himself and his brothers with honesty and regularity. He will answer questions for his brothers so that they don't have to talk. Bob is always asking him "is your name James/Michael?" He always says no and proceeds to answer whatever question was intended. Ryan is also an independent young man with a taste for go-gurt popsicles and chips. He is always able to help himself to whatever he wants. He is a master of invention and ingenuity. He is nothing if not resourceful and self-sufficient and a truly fantastic little man.