Tyson is Little Mr. Imaginary. Fighting imaginary bad guys, talking to imaginary cows, wildebeasts, polar bears, lions, tigers, and handling imaginary dragons, bunnies, birds, and pocket sized turtles are all common occurances for him.
Today I was in the kitchen making the baby some baby food when I heard, "Whapoosh! Guys!!!! Change your life!!!!" Tyson kicked some imaginary-bad-guy-bootie, and started preaching to them about what they should be doing instead! I was laughing so hard!
What's even better is that the only time I ever can remember saying anything close to that was about 3 weeks ago during scripture study I was trying to explain to Tyson what the scripture meant and said something about how sometimes people make bad choices but Heavenly Father and Jesus love us no matter what and will help us when we ask for it if we'll follow them and change our lives. I totally didn't think it would sink in because that was the first time I had ever tried to explain a concept like repentance to him. Well, it appears he understood it well enough because he applied it in imaginary time with his bad-guy-buddies. We'll see what happens. Maybe those "guys" will listen to Tyson--you never know. In the mean time, I'm going to quit underestimating what a 2 1/2 year old can and can't understand.
Thursday, February 25, 2010
Friday, February 19, 2010
A Word of Advice
During lunch today, Tyson was talking (as he usually does) about whatever might be crossing his mind at the moment.
Tyson: Do not kiss a bug or a bee.
Me: Do not kiss a bug or a bee? Is that what you said?
Tyson: sYah. Do not kiss a bug or a bee....EVER...or a pider.
Me: Okay. Do not ever kiss a bug or a bee or spider.
Tyson: (Scrunched face and thinking) We kiss amimals?
Me: Uh...not really.
Tyson: We don't kiss amimals, but we feed amimals?
Me: Yes, you can feed animals sometimes.
Tyson: We fweed da giraffe at da zoo last time...we feed da giraffe...lettuce...fwood...evryting.
There you have it folks, the best advice from a 2 year old: Do not EVER be found kissing bugs, or bees, or spiders, or giraffes, but you can give giraffes lettuce, just so you know!
Tyson: Do not kiss a bug or a bee.
Me: Do not kiss a bug or a bee? Is that what you said?
Tyson: sYah. Do not kiss a bug or a bee....EVER...or a pider.
Me: Okay. Do not ever kiss a bug or a bee or spider.
Tyson: (Scrunched face and thinking) We kiss amimals?
Me: Uh...not really.
Tyson: We don't kiss amimals, but we feed amimals?
Me: Yes, you can feed animals sometimes.
Tyson: We fweed da giraffe at da zoo last time...we feed da giraffe...lettuce...fwood...evryting.
There you have it folks, the best advice from a 2 year old: Do not EVER be found kissing bugs, or bees, or spiders, or giraffes, but you can give giraffes lettuce, just so you know!
Saturday, February 6, 2010
I Don't Mind Saying...It Turned Out GREAT!
What an adorable clothes line! Jenny's baby boy is going to sport these clothes like none other!
Here's Jen--gorgeous AS ALWAYS--holding my baby. Doesn't a baby look good in her arms? It'll be even better in only a month from now when she gets to hold her own!
Lindsay and I were so excited to host the shower for Jenny.
You're going to make an AMAZING mother, Jenny, and we love you!
Oklahoma
Friday, February 5, 2010
Christmas Break & New Year
This is me trying out all of the different settings on my new camera. I love it--the pictures are so clear. I'm still learning what settings are best for certain kinds of pictures. I vowed that before I used it I would read the entire instruction manual because I didn't think I used the features on my last camera well enough, and then I couldn't see the screen to learn on my old camera because I broke the digital screen. Believe it or not, for the last several months (right after Emmett was born) I was taking pictures with a broken camera. The screen got ruined when I accidentally dropped it one night at my parent's house. It landed on a rock just wrong because I was trying to carry too many things and that happened to be on my lap when I stood up. I was really upset because I didn't want to buy a new camera, and to tell you the truth, I wasn't going to...for a REALLY long time. We'd been budgeting for Christmas and I wanted a video camera. So when my regular camera broke I knew my hopes of getting a video camera were gone, and I didn't think we could even really justify buying a regular camera. Mitch's job has been only about 1/2 time for a couple months, and he hasn't been paid a full check since shortly after I started staying home from my school job. We've been making it, but have had a really tight budget for EVERYTHING. Luckily I'd stocked away some money for the boys for Christmas, and I just decided to keep taking pictures with my broken camera. I was doing okay...out of every 12 pictures or so, I'd get a good one. Haha. Anyway, Lindsay totally surprised me. At midnight on Christmas Even she made me open her gift to me, and lo and behold, it was a camera. I was so stunned, I seriously didn't even know what to say or even how to react. She couldn't "afford" to be making large purchases like that, either...especially for a friend present. She's bought a house and is paying for everything without roommates, and I know enough about her financial situation to know she made a sacrifice to be able to give that to me. I can't even really explain the way I felt. Mix up gratitude with guilt almost with shock with excitement, with wanting to cry but and then linger again on the shock, and that's how I felt. I've never had a friend give me such a present. Not only was it thoughtful, I know she made a sacrifice for me so that she could give me something that would benefit me. It's so much easier now to capture the moments with my baby, because it's not a guessing game any more when I take my pictures, and it means so much to me to be able to document this time in a quality fashion. This time won't come back. I feel so lucky and grateful every time I use my camera. I'm also hyper-sensitive to things that might damage it, because I never want to have to try to make a broken camera work again. We got a protective screen cover. : ) Thanks, Lindsay. You're the best! I still can't really explain what your gift means to me; I just hope you know I love you.
Tyson LOVES cars. He especially loves to CRASH cars...which I heard from Lara is a trait that he's passed on to his cousin Ean since they came to visit. Haha. For Christmas I bought Tyson a 20 pack of hotwheels. He calls them his "special cars". I had to take a picture, because this is EXACTLY what Tyson does with his cars ALL the time. He plays with cars by lining them up. When he had only 5-10 cars, I would find sets of 3 or 4 cars lined up in a row. Then when he'd go to Caden's house, he'd line up all 200 of the cars. He's been doing this since Halloween time. That's when I started to notice it, but it's so cute. It's like organizing his cars is his way of playing with them. So cute. I'm glad he likes his special cars.
This little play mat is essentially the only big thing Emmett got for Christmas. : ) He loves it, too. At this point in time, he was pretty much just staring at things, so we thought a play mat would be good so he could stare at something cute. It worked, too. As soon as we put him on it, he started moving more and getting excited. It definitely stimulated his brain. : )
Christy Hancock came to visit me from Colorado. She was in town with her family and I really appreciated her visit. It was so good to see her and her sister again. Christy and I are both teachers. : ) Who would have thought back when we were 13 in YW, that we would both end up in the same profession and teaching the same grade, even. She teaches 2nd grade & loves it.
Emmett wore festive clothes on Christmas. Ho Ho Ho
Tyson & Caden in their new pajamas
Erin was cracking me up on Christmas Eve. We went over there for our annual breakfast. How I'm going to miss their little tradition when they move. I wish they would stay in AZ forever. Anyway, Carly gave everyone flip flop fly swatters that she made with a tag that said, "Keep the Bah Hum Bug out of Christmas". So Erin was playing with Tyson. She had him in stiches as she played with him pretending to swat flies.
This year we had the Mammoth Tree. I kid you not, it was LARGER than my parent's tree, even. My parents ALWAYS have the biggest tree, and somehow this year we ended up with one that had about an 8 foot girth. It took up about a 3rd of our Living Room. Mitch had to balance and use his ginormous barbecue tongs to hang the ornaments in just the right place. That's why we call Mitch McGiver--when the ladder doesn't work anymore, he comes up with creative ways to get the job done anyway. Whatever would I do without the laughter that he brings into my life?
Repentance
Fingerpainting!!!!
This is one of my favorite pictures of all time! It reminds me of one of my all time favorite Taylor Swift songs, too. "I found a video of back when I was three, you set up a paint set in the kitchen and you're talking to me. It's the age of princesses and pirate ships and the seven dwarves, and Daddy's smart and you're the prettiest lady in the whole wide world. I don't know why all the leaves change in the fall, but I know you're not scared of anything at all, and I love you for giving me your eyes, and standing back and watching me shine, and I didn't know if you knew, so I'm taking this chance to say that I HAD THE BEST DAY WITH YOU, TODAY." That's exactly how I feel on days with these like Tyson--I have the best days with him. I would not trade this time with him for the world. I had been making crafts for Christmas and all my stuff was out, so I let him participate in a little bit of fingerpainting madness.

We had so much fun that day that we decided to invite...I kid you not...about 15 other preschool age kids over to paint with us a week later. HAHAHA! What were we thinking, right? Except this time, we did it outside. It was a BLAST. My only regret is that I didn't get all of the kids in a picture to show the proof of how many kids we had there fingerpainting, karo syrup painting, and marble painting. Here's Tyson & Juliette painting oh-so-carefully on their festive papers. I LOVE IT! Tyson did little dots of paint on his snowman's eyes. He's really beginning to start paying attention to detail.
We had so much fun that day that we decided to invite...I kid you not...about 15 other preschool age kids over to paint with us a week later. HAHAHA! What were we thinking, right? Except this time, we did it outside. It was a BLAST. My only regret is that I didn't get all of the kids in a picture to show the proof of how many kids we had there fingerpainting, karo syrup painting, and marble painting. Here's Tyson & Juliette painting oh-so-carefully on their festive papers. I LOVE IT! Tyson did little dots of paint on his snowman's eyes. He's really beginning to start paying attention to detail.
Train Park Surprise
Mid-December, a group of girls from the ward decided to go to the Train Park...it's a popular one, but I can't remember the name...something McCormick Train Park. My friend Ashley and caravanned over so we wouldn't get lost. Our boys, Tyson & Kevin are becoming great friends, too. I'm so glad we went! Tyson absolutely loved it, and SO DID I!
The place is seriously awesome. There's so much to do. We could have stayed there ALL DAY! The train ride prices were reasonable, and the set up was festive. Tyson kept wanting to play at the park when the group was eating lunch, and I could only coax him to go to the lunch table by letting him push the stroller. Holy cow, did that walk take FOREVER! It was so cute, though. Tyson is such a great big brother, even if we did romp Emmett around in the dirt a little.


Emmett was pretty much like this the whole time...chill. His expressions weren't changing much at this point in time. He is wearing my favorite shirt for him, though. It says "Mallow Out, Dude" and a marsh"mallow" is getting ready to jump into hot cocoa. Emmett is mellow ALL the time, so I thought the shirt was PERFECT! His stroller is parked next to what Ashley & I deemed as the "Nursing Club Bench". Good times.

What a cute pose, Tyson. Good job. For a while I didn't think you could calm down the way you were running after the pigeons and yelling like a caveman.
The best part of going to the train park that day was getting surprised by my dad and Mitch. Driving to the train park, I got a call from them as they were between jobs. We crossed on the freeway and Mitch longingly said, "I wish I could be home with the kids all day and go to train parks and stuff." I told them they should swing past for a while, and they told me they couldn't. About a mile away from the park I looked over at a stop light and there they were waving at me. It was such a delight! My dad is a sucker for trains...and his grandsons. : ) It was GREAT. The best part about it, too, was that a train ride started about 5 minutes after we showed up, so they didn't miss much of work, anyway. The timing couldn't have been more perfect.
Emmett was pretty much like this the whole time...chill. His expressions weren't changing much at this point in time. He is wearing my favorite shirt for him, though. It says "Mallow Out, Dude" and a marsh"mallow" is getting ready to jump into hot cocoa. Emmett is mellow ALL the time, so I thought the shirt was PERFECT! His stroller is parked next to what Ashley & I deemed as the "Nursing Club Bench". Good times.
What a cute pose, Tyson. Good job. For a while I didn't think you could calm down the way you were running after the pigeons and yelling like a caveman.
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