Bad Blogger!

I haven't posted since April 16? Bad blogger! And I left you on such a sad note!

I have a couple of funny Ryker stories, but first I'll tell you that Jack has had a couple of very good weeks since I last wrote. We see his new therapist a week from today, which will also help (I hope), but he seems to be managing things a bit better recently. Go Jack! Also, I went to give him medicine the other night and the dosing on the label said that his weight was the equivalent of a 9-10 year old. HA!

Okay, on to Ryker. He renamed our family last week. This is not news to those of you on Facebook, but I should post it here for posterity's sake.

He kept calling me Dadda, which is fairly normal for him. I reminded him that I'm Momma, and he asked if we could rename our family. Sure. So I'm Dadda, and Dadda is Momma. I was following up to then. I asked what his name was. He stuck his tongue out, then moved it side to side going "lalalalalala." Good. Then I asked what Jack's name was. Without missing a beat, he said "Music Teacher." I want to be a 3 year old. Seriously. How much fun must they have, up inside their own head?

And apparently he gets really worried about other people's children. I don't think he trusts adults. I was home one day from work with him, and we went with Nicki up to the school to get her son from morning kindergarten. Nicki runs an in-home daycare and only had one baby that day, and that baby's mom happens to be Nicki's son's kindergarten teacher. Are you following? It doesn't really matter I guess ... Well, yeah, actually, it does. Go back and re-read until you are following ... Okay? Okay. So we have the baby in the stroller as we head up there. We gave her to her mom for some good cuddle-time when we arrived, and then her mom said that she'd just walk her back to Nicki's in a bit because she had time before her afternoon students arrived. Sounded like a decent plan, so we left the stroller for her too. We started to walk back home, and Ryker immediately began bombarding us with questions about where "that baby was" and why weren't we taking her back, and where was her "baby cart"?

And tonight I was talking about there being an adorable boy in the backseat of a car I was trying to help jump this morning (long story), and he goes "what did you do with that 'adorable'? You take him to your work?"

We used to call Jackson "Officer Jack" because he was so concerned with safety. I think Ryker might need to be dubbed "Child Protective Services Case Worker Ryker," although that doesn't have quite the same ring to it.