We're getting a little personal on the blog today.

This blog post doesn't have anything to do with lingerie or jewelry or body acceptance. But it is about something very important to us.

Four years ago today, a tiny, fiery spark of a boy named Ryder August Trout entered our lives.

Okay, that's not entirely true.

He wasn't a fiery spark as a newborn. He was the easiest, snuggliest baby ever and I could not get enough of him.

Fast forward a few years and he's still super snuggly and affectionate. This morning he stroked my face and said, "You're cute, Mama!"

But he's also ridiculously charming, hilarious, witty and just as brilliant as his super-genius father, Ray.

Yes, I'm biased. It's still true though, I swear.

His vocabulary will exceed mine within a couple of years. 

Oh, and he inherited the Trout athleticism gene -- Dad is a former speed skater champion and motorcycle racer and his aunt and great-uncle rock climb.

Ryder has claimed Ray's father's old Harley in the garage and he tells us constantly that we need to fix it so he can ride it. 

I should be very scared, but somehow I know he'll always land on his feet. 

This year he started preschool and, of course, all of the children love him.

His teachers think he can do no wrong. 

We know otherwise, but are glad he's appreciated there.

Happy birthday, Ryder August Trout.

The last four years have flown by. And while I'm not in a hurry for you to grow up, I can't wait to see you reach your full potential.

You've already made us very proud. 


Mama & Dada