On a happier note, the day before he got sick, we took Rylan to a Pumpkin Patch. So much fun. We went to a middle-of-the-road Pumpkin Patch. Somewhere in between simply going and picking a pumpkin out of a bin of pumpkins and having a carnival and scarecrow clowns and such. He fed some goats and chickens at the petting zoo, then we took him to the actual Pumpkin Patch and got a pumpkin for each of us (large, medium and small). He was very serious about the pumpkin being in the wagon with him. I'm pretty sure it became his baby and he felt he needed to protect it. And eat it. He cried when we took them out to weigh them.
I'm hoping he had a good time. I know we loved watching him. I think I have a bucket list of all the things I want to see my son do and see. I didn't realize it, but everything that I hear is happening I'm automatically thinking "oh I need to take Ry!" Check off Pumpkin Patch. Except I think the list resets itself with each birthday.
New best friend
Protector 'o' the pumpkin
Rylan decided to do his "woo" pig sooie mid picture
I guess we just put Rylan down in lots of pumpkin spots