Ty'ger

Why is it that I can think of dozens of things to blog about as I go about my day, but when I sit down to actually do it, my mind blanks and I just put pictures?

I suppose I could try to come up with a list of words that Tyrel has started saying.

Such as truck "duck" (but while pointing at or playing with trucks tractors or cars), mine, uh oh, Mark "Mok", Annie "Eye-eee", Jake "Zake", night night, bird "boord", baby.

Well, there are more, but that is all I can think of off the top of my head. Other than the ones he has been saying for awhile like Mom, and Dad. He won't call me Mama, or Mommy, just Mom.

Well, more like Mom... mom... mom mom mommommommommommom... mom. "Yes son, can I help you?" Mom.

He has also decided he doesn't want to smile for the camera. He can be all smiles and laughs and then I get out the camera and he turns to Mr. Serious. Like in the pictures with the snake.

Nola and I had just saved it from a bunch of netting that it had gotten tangled in, then brought it in to show the kids, and Tyrel wanted to grab it or kiss it or something until I got the camera, then he just sat there and glared at it. (It is a coachwhip if you are wondering)