Ryan loves getting showers with his Dad but Todd says Ryans getting so big they cant both fit in the shower as well as they did in the past. One morning as I was making our bed, I overheard Todd yell, NO, Ryan! THAT isnt a handle! I just laughed. The next word I heard was my name. Todd was calling me to come get him OUT!

For some strange reason Ryan was born with an innate sense of McDonalds. Every time wed drive through or stop in to eat, he would become more alert and fidgety in his car seat. Even though he couldnt say that he wanted cheeseburgers or French Fries, he would glare at my food as I ate. When he was about two years old, he started verbalizing high pitched squeals of glee when wed drive into a McDonalds parking lot. As time has passed, he continues to point, scream, and tries to get out of his seatbelt when he sees a McDonalds or hears the name mentioned. So everyone in our family knows NOT to say that name unless you plan on going to McDonalds to buy Ryan a cheeseburger, fries, and a drink. It doesnt matter if youre whispering the word; do not let Ryan hear you. He will holler until you take him to McDonalds and buy him that cheeseburger, fries, and drink.

I used to ask God all the time, Why me? It sounded so whiney; I decided not to ask that anymore; especially after a specific time of whining to the Lord about why I had been chosen to be Ryans mom. My question of Why me? has been replaced with Why not me?