Friday, July 31, 2009
Edited to say : The hair that was cut off was saved to send to Locks of Love.
I know this picture is blurry, but I liked it anyways. This is Granola with her two youngest grand babies, Kyle and Tyrel.
I guess that is about all the excitement I have to post about for now.
Wednesday, July 29, 2009
Tuesday, July 28, 2009
Tommy thought that he made me look quite stylish with my new person hair scarf...After he got done choking me...not really choking, but pretending.
Tyrel out helping build the bay window frame. Yes I do put pants or shorts on him, but only first thing in the morning. When he wets them, he just runs around in undies and a t shirt. That way I am not having to wash 4 pairs of shorts a day, along with his undies. (not always four, but on a not so good day.)
Hmmm, does something look wrong here? Like maybe the window is too big for the hole? Well it is, but we'll talk about that in another post. They have it fixed, and it is looking very nice now.
Sunday, July 26, 2009
Saturday, July 25, 2009
From Tommy he got a toy skid loader that makes noise, and some sunglasses.He also got his card from Grumpa and Cowgranny today.He likes everything so much he isn't sure what to play with. He wants to play with it all at once.I love how the gun belt hangs off of him, it was very cute. He is really good at drawing his guns. With either hand. He's fast too.Later after the party Granola tried to get him to eat some of his fruit pizza, but he would rather just put it in his skid loader, so someone else ate it.
We did other stuff today too, but I'll save that for another post.
I can't believe how fast two years has gone by. By the time the new baby will be this age, Tyrel will be 4! Being a Mama has been so much fun. I absolutely love it. He is constantly making me laugh. He is just so goofy, and funny.
I can't even keep up with all the words he says anymore. He repeats EVERYTHING. He has said a few small sentences, and it won't be long until he is really talking, with whole sentences and everything.Potty training is going well. He still has to be reminded and taken every time. He has gotten to where he tells me he needs to go....as he is going, but it is a start. Bite is his word for hurt. If he bumps his leg or something running through the house, he tells me "Ow, bite". He avoids the ant bed in our front yard. He walks around it pointing at them saying "Aints..Bite".
Happy Birthday Tyrel Ruger, I sure do love you. Oh well, and I GUESS Daddy does too.