Our Riley is TWO!
Our sweet boy, you are TWO! How did this happen??! I came on here to write about you, and realized I have not written about you in a very long time. I promise you my intentions were good, but have you met you? You, my boy, keep us on our toes. You run us ragged some days (most days!), all the while filling us with joy. Riley, you are a boy with a gleam in his eye and a keen recognition of the tone in a voice and a look on a face, and I am sure that in every story I will tell of you in the future, it will begin in the same way. Our darling boy, you love to be busy. You love to play with cars and trucks. You love to crash them into each other, to drive them off of tables, to build tracks for them, and you even love to throw them into the dogs water dish, the kitchen sink and the toilet. You love balls. You love to play catch, you love to shoot hoops, and you love to fling the balls when we are looking, when we are not, to our hands, and to the backs of our heads. Do you do it to b...