Ryan seems to sense that something is up.  He's been mentioning babies a lot lately, and he's been telling me "I want to always be your baby." I assured him that he always will be our baby, even when he's as big as Daddy. He thought that was funny.  :-)
   He's still working figuring out the whole 'difference between numbers and letters' issue. Today he was playing a game with his toys and said 'On the count of 'S'.... one, two, S!' But he can count up to fifteen, only omitting the extraneous numbers 11, 12, and 13.
  Today he's happily playing with the surgical hairnets that John and I brought him from the fertility center. It is so cute to see him wearing a scrub cap and watching 'Diego' on tv.