Lonesome.

I realize this is a blurry picture, but this face shows our lonesomeness.

Brandon is gone this weekend to Eddy Man Camp. Lots of women would be thrilled at the aspect of their husbands leaving for 4 days, but I am not. If Brandon were a deadbeat, or lazy, that would be one thing. But since he's my right hand man, I'm not sure how I'm going to function without him. Who will read Ryker his bedtime story? Who will have man time with Ryker after his bath? Who will protect me from the ghost in Ryker's bedroom? (It's true. Someone tapped me on the arm when I was rocking Ryker to sleep one day. And someone turned on his singing glow worm another day.) Who is going to watch Rocky IV with me tonight??!!! Who am I going to make dinner for and who is going to unload the dishwasher? This is just terrible.

Anyway.

Ryker had his 1 year checkup today. Here are his stats:

- He weighs 25 pounds 9 oz. and is in the 80th percentile for weight.
- He is 31 inches long. This is the 80th percentile for height.
- He has a really big head. Off the charts big head.

Also,
- He has two webbed toes on each foot.
- He has really big feet.
- He says woof, dog, ball, and binky (deedee) on command
- He LOVES his daddy. When Brandon comes home from work every day, you would think that the world has just stopped, and Ryker puts out his arms as if to say, "Father! Oh! Please save me from this horrible woman who has done so little for me today!"




Did you know that I go back to school 2 weeks from tomorrow?

I'm screaming inside my head, don't you hear it?