Happy Birthday Rylan. You are loved more than you'll ever know. You are funny and sassy and chatty and loveable. We wouldn't trade you for a million of anything.

When we got married, Rob and I took a church hymn and kinda made it into a wedding song. Right now, I shall get sappy and use the words of our church hymn/wedding song and make it church hymn/wedding song/song to my son(s).

"All I ask of you is forever to remember me, as loving you."

And we do love you and your Buzz Lightyear, outdoors, bathtime, Elmo, Nemo, dirt and stick lovin' self!!! Thanks for being in our world.

God loves a vajajay doc

So, during my pregnancy, I mentioned my Kenny Rogers/Santa doctor a few times. Here's the deal. I FREAKIN' love that man. And if you are in the Little Rock area, and are going to have a baby, you should switch to him. And if you aren't in the Little Rock area you should move here to go to him for all your vajajay needs. My pregnancy with Rylan was not fun for the fact that I went into preterm labor and all, but it was also not fun because my doctor was super blah. And lazy. And, apparently, slightly retarded. Since yesterday my doctor gave me patient teaching that was opposite something my first doctor told me back in the day.

Here's why my doctor rocks the house.
1. He got me through an extra hard pregnancy and gave lots of pain meds.

2. He never acted tired of my constant worries, in fact he worried right with me.

3. He would call me personally if he had a question or something to tell me.

4. When I had my c-section, he did 2 extra procedures, one he removed tons of scarred tissue from my first c-section that have caused me pain since Rylan's birth because the tissue was rubbing on nerves. He also fixed my wrecked abdominal muscles. My stomach lost all muscle and had started to pooch out like I had a cone sticking out of my belly, this happens to about 10% of women. So, of course me. It usually requires going to a plastic surgeon to get this fixes. Dr. Awesome fixed it that day.

5. He brought this guy into our world, safe and sound. And that means a whole lot.

Well, yesterday, I had my follow up visit and after all the embarrassing checks of my nether regions, he told me he'd see me in a year. I started to tell him thanks for all he's done and thanks for my baby (like he was the dad? I don't know) and thanks for being awesome and thanks for giving me my abdominal muscles back and all. I STARTED CRYING. Not sobbing, but teary eyed and choked up. Leave it to me. So me and Dr. Marks hugged it out. I've always known I was friendly and a talker, I just never knew I'd become best friends with my hoo-ha doc.

Here's a pic of some extra special cuteness.

Halloween Cuteness

Last weekend we went to the pumpkin patch. Total fun all around. Plus we got in with our awesome buy one, get one free Groupon, so it was an even more awesome event. Rylan loves a good pumpkin. And a field full of them, HEAVEN.

A nice family portrait. Sorry I'm wearing workout clothes. My clothes still don't fit quite yet and maternity clothes are falling off, so I always look like I might do some step aerobics if given the chance. Nobody's looking at me anyway, you're looking at Cute and Cutie sitting on our laps.

"Birthday ideas?"

Okay, funny story. In order to make Rylan smile for pictures, Rob and I often act like we are getting hurt. Its sad that this makes our son laugh, but it does. So everytime we want to take a pic, we pretend we trip, or push each other, or something. So Rob and I are about 20 feet away from Rylan and tripping over nothing, and yelling "OW!" so he'll smile, and a worker came up and said "is everything alright? You guys seem to be having trouble." Oops.

I fell in love with this goat, he was just hanging out with his head between the fence. The goat behind him? Asleep standing up. Wonder if he has a baby named Max too.

Fun in the slide

"I want them all!!!!!!!!!"

This is what Max was up to the whole time.

Getting a lift from Dad (or "mama" as Rylan calls him)

And, what pumpkin patch is complete without pig races?

And a cow train

Maybe when I was discharged from the hospital after having Max, the doctor should have specified that I shouldn't get into a hollowed out barrel pulled by a tractor with a 35 pound boy on my lap and go bumping through a pumpkin field a mere 3 weeks post-op. Not one of my smarter moments.

Then, on Halloween, we headed over to Rylan's friend, Lily's house for her birthday and Halloween festivities. Here are some pics of our little dressed up cuties. It really is a better world when Elmo and Sheriff Woody come together.