So, we used to have to keep Ryder under constant supervision to make sure he didn't put things in his mouth or get into anything hazardous. We were comfortably beyond that stage. Now, we're back to constant supervision...I didn't even see this one coming...Thankfully Shawn did, so he could run over and spot Ryman.
I guess Ryder looked at the ottoman, smiled, then looked back at the chair. He then put all his blankies ("de-dees") on the chair and fluffed them up. He climbed up onto the ottoman (which was a little ways away) and started counting...1...2...3!
*I have been meaning to post this for a while and figured since I've been slacking a bit lately, now would be a good time to hit "publish"! :)












