This is a super-old picture of Ryder and Caitlin. It was on the desktop of the computer. Ryder is very small and very cute. We really liked rolling him up tight in the swaddle-me. And, to be fair, he really liked it too.
These are screenshots from my phone.
Starting maybe about a year-and-a-half or two years ago, a rambling, and from the sound of his voice, older, gentleman called me enough times that I decided that I had to add him to my address book. As he and I hadn’t been formally introduced, I came up with the first, and what seemed most appropriate, name for him in my address book. Most of the time, he would leave a message, completely ignoring my outgoing message or deciding that despite evidence to the contrary, he was really leaving messages for his friends or family. On more than one voicemail, he repeatedly said, “I love you” on the message. And when I say repeatedly, I don’t mean that it was interspersed throughout the message. What I mean, actually, is that the whole message consisted of him repeating that same phrase, and only that phrase in a slightly-louder-than whisper voice. Then for a while, I didn’t hear from him. One of the later, more memorable messages was him asking me (on voicemail) if I’d remembered the van, either to pick him up with or to have fixed. I was never entirely sure. Then, a month ago or so, he reached out and called again.
It was sad when I thought I had a new message from him, but in the end he hung up without saying a thing. Call me, Crazy Fucker. Let’s do this dance again.
Maisy’s birthday was on February 18th! She’s one! Amazing how big she is getting now. She took her first, wobby steps on Valentine’s Day (2/14). It’s pretty obvious to us, but she’s just about the cutest thing around to us. Check out the birthday video (FB, watch it here)