Babys's & Templates.

after thinking long and hard about you're opinions on my template, I decided to go against the majority vote of some amazing people and do what I like best. I love color, brightness and stripes, but somehow a lot of people don't and that's perfectly fine! I was so happy to hear your opinions but I'm going with this one. but thank you Destinee, Andrea, Marcina,(and my mom :)) for giving me your honest opinions, I cant even express how much that means to me! but I have decided to forge my own pathway and go with what I really like. :)

for those of you who did not hear the story of my sweet baby brother, here it is.

   

Rylan Drew. 8lbs(exactly)  and 21in long.

The doctors said he was a miracle baby but all babies are miracles right? He had two knots in his cord, with his heart rate dropping the nurses started getting antsy and prepped my mom for surgery, but by some God-given miracle he was born quite healthy and quite screaming like a girl.

Storming into the hospital, as is our usual entrance to such things, we saw him lying in his mother’s arms sleeping like….well…a baby. We took turns holding him by youngest to oldest, I hate to admit, I started cheating Justin out of his turn, but he would have none of that. Rylan was good to us as we switched around passing him from one person to the next, kissing his chubby cheeks, talking to him, and yet he remained completely calm, almost like he’s been used to it for years and not just one day. after we really started talking, raising our voices and laughing I watched him slowly open his eyelids, almost if he wasn’t sure it was safe, and yet, he just had to see who was behind the voices he had listened to 24/7 in the past nine months. I started picking up some of his personality traits a little and one thing he so lovingly inherited from the rest of us, he is extremely curious (or nosy, but I prefer to call it naturally curious). When I started burping him, he tired his absolute best to lift his wobbly head to peek over my shoulders, of course failing because of his inability to hold his head correctly. The one of many things I adore about him is how he listens to you, whenever you start talking to him; he looks you strait in the eye and clings to every word. Now there is this one little thing about him that will probably keep me awake at night and make me want to throw the pillow over my head and cringe. that one thing  is the moment you unwrap him to change his diaper or if any time his feet come the least bit uncovered, he starts screeching like a girl, not wah- wah like a baby should do, no sir, he screams like a girl who saw a snake in the yard! But no matter what he always get a ton of kisses and lots (and lots) of love. 

                     He finds his thumb quite good:) (although my mom's not to thrilled about it ;) )