We call him Ryan, Ry-Ry, Baby, Dude, and sometimes we even refer to him as Satan. But rarely do we call him The Silent One. He has the ability to yell at the top of his lungs at Matthew during the middle of one of their games. He screams from the bedroom when he wants us to change the channel to something else. He giggles the loudest and longest when playing on the floor with Rich. By no means is he EVER SILENT!
No, he's not silent until he walks through the gate for t-ball. In the car you can hear him yell, "I see my team!", "I see my coach!", "Mom, is this where I am playing today?" He loves it, he gets excited for it, he asks about it every day leading up to Saturday. But, the minute we get out of the car something happens. This crazy, silly, giggly little boy turns into a completely different child during the games and doesn't speak the entire time. He just watches. He doesn't engage. He is silent.
This boy....
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This is the look on his face THE ENTIRE GAME! He is soooooo serious and sooooo quiet.
This looks more like the Ryan we know. :)
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