Ryan's Birthday

Does anyone else feel like lately, all I ever do is post about my children's birthdays? Don't worry, Ryan's is the last Wiberg birthday for a few months. He turned two this week. He is definitely two. The other day I wouldn't let him do something and he put his head down and muttered under his breath "Tupid Mama." Isn't it great to have older siblings to teach you to say mean words, when you can barely talk? I tried not to laugh as I took him to a time-out. I'm not totally sure that he even knew why he was in time out. He hears it so much, maybe he thinks it is a term of endearment. Anyway, he is in a fun stage of trying out his language, rough housing, driving trucks into walls, throwing balls, reading his "horse books" (farming magazines from my dad) and all the other great things that come with a two year old boy. He gives cute kisses and loves to sing E-I-E-I-O, I Am A Child Of God and the Sunbeam song. He yells "Help Me!" every time he sees I am going to cook or clean (no, not because he is afraid of my delicious cooking, but because he actually wants to help me). He has to hold Grant about 20 times a day, but it only lasts for about 3 seconds and then he is done. He absolutely loves his Daddy. We love our little Ry Guy!

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