Dear My Sweet Baby Ryleigh, You are just over 2 weeks old, which means we have just a few days of parenting under our belts. We must let you know that we are new at this parent thing. Sure, we read books, we practiced holding friends' babies, and we took the classes at the hospital, but we have no idea what your cries mean. It makes us cry when your lip quivers and tears stream down your cheeks because you're hungry and Mom makes you wait a few more minutes to eat or when you get mad at bath time because you don't like getting wet. "It can't be that bad!" we say. "You've got it pretty good." We don't know how to entertain you, and we question every decision we make. I am sure we will all get the hang of each other soon enough. You'll be manipulating us in no time. Our lives changed on December 15, 2003 just before 6 p.m. When the doctor told us to look at our baby, we exclaimed, "It's a boy!" I remember think...