I keep finding myself subconsciously dressing Ronan and I alike. If I wear baby blue somehow Ronan is wearing it too. Look at today, his shirt matches the color in the checkers on my shirt. Today wasn't so bad but some days I look at us and imagine people throwing up in their mouths a little at the cute matchy matchy look they must think I do intentionally.
Anyhoo**. We have been having lots of fun since Daddy came home. Ronan is talking up a storm because he is hearing more adult conversation. He loves to participate with a big loud mouth full of gibberish. He goes on and on.
Ronan has a sound for all the things he sees. This is his sound for the scary Halloween monster hanging is on the back door. He comes up with this stuff on his own. I swear.
**My Mother hates it when I say "Anyhoo". She says it is a Utah thing. I say, "Boo!" I like the word anyhoo.