I want to remember how Ryan pronounces some words, like Ryan is Yi-yan, and play is yay, and baseball is bat ball. “Yi-yan yay bat ball” is a super common sentence these days. And so is “Yi-yan yay tractor dirt.”
I want to remember how Connor points and claps and waves. And how he gets so excited when Michael or my mom walk into the room, and will pull his hands up close to his mouth and giggle.
I want to remember how much Ryan cares about his Paddington bear. He calls him “Nanny” and will say things like, “Nanny stay? Nanny go?”
I want to remember how Connor always wants to play with the toys that Ryan is playing with, and how it drives Ryan crazy. But once we separate the two of them, Ryan often picks out at least one of his toys to share with Connor.
I want to remember how Ryan loves to help in the kitchen, how he will get waffles out of the freezer, and then get his stool, so he can put the waffles in the toaster. He'll look at me when he presses the toaster down and say, "Too hot?"
I want to remember how Connor loves the texture of knitted blankets, and how he will stop everything he’s doing to hold a blanket and suck his thumb (if only for a few moments).
I want to remember how Ryan will ask to see my embroidery, and then after looking at it he will say with enthusiasm, “Mama did it!”