We often joke that Ryan is 110% boy. He is into cars and any kind of sport. He is the most ornery child I have ever met and he knows how cute he is. He is really physical - preferring to knock his brother down or throw a ball at him instead of speaking.
Yesterday I walked into the kitchen to find Wesley cracking up. The cause of his uncontrolled merriment? Ryan (at 22 months) was fake burping and saying, "cuse me" over and over. Nice. I can't wait for the arm pit farts to start. That ought to really amuse the big brother.
Here they are in calmer moments. And yes, you may read "calmer moments" as "moments before the chaos starts."
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