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Be careful what you name your kids. I think they tend to live up to the name. When I was pregnant with Ryan, I wanted to name him Brian Edward. Brian is David’s middle name and Edward is Steve’s middle name. Gail preferred Ryan instead of Brian. I said OK since I pretty much had my way naming Andy and I still liked the name Ryan even though I thought it was becoming a bit too popular. (Yes, I know Andrew is popular but not many use the nickname Andy.)

Ryan means little king in Irish. Ryan is the little dictator around here. To say I let him rule the household may be a little strong but I did give him too many choices. In my defense, his temper is like his father’s. Way too strong and volatile. I find it easier to let him decide than deal with his reaction.

My neighbor said they might go swimming today. I said I would ask Ryan. She knows my kids but I am sure she was rolling her eyes in her mind. I asked Ryan last night and you could tell he didn’t want to go. I told him to think about it. This morning, he kept ignoring my question until I asked him if we are going or not. “Not.” he says. I don’t get into why not but now Andy is sad since he loves swimming. He would swim everyday given the chance. These are the times when I wish we had a pool. I could let Andy swim and Ryan can do what he wants. And I could swim without being seen in public with a swimming suit.