
I love this photo because this somewhat captures Ryan's pure adoration and awe of his big brother. It's as if he is thinking, "You are the smartest, coolest guy I've ever met... please don't strangle me."

Big eyes.

Look at those chompers! We have started an incredibly inappropriate biting game in which Ryan bites our finger, we yell in a British accent "Chah-lay" and then we all laugh. (Like the YouTube video of Charlie biting his brother)

Ryan's new fave game is to hand something to you and then yank it out of your hands and giggle.

He's so mischievous sometimes!

He loves those pretend kitchen utensils. Maybe he'll be a Top Chef when he gets bigger.

"O.M.G. He's got me in a sleeper hold."

"This is supposed to be a hug? It feels more like we're playing Marine meets member of Al-Qaeda."

"Here you go, mom! Now I TAKE IT BACK. Ha Ha Ha."

There are three very curious little ones.

Kona: "Thank God the big one is focusing on 'hugging' the little one and not me. That kid has quite a sleeper hold."

Kyle, who gets into more pickles than a pregnant woman in her second trimester, got his leg stuck in this basketball toy. He went through several of the phases of grief - this one, anger. He also went through shock, bargaining and...

...depression.

If the Top Chef thing doesn't work out for Ryan, he may become a professional rock climber. Doug turned away for a second and then turned back and Ryan had climbed from floor to mini-Adirondack to table to basketball toy.
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