I have a friend that is going to run in a 5k on March 6th. When I mentioned that I love to run (though haven't done it in a few years) she said I should join her. So I am. I was thinking "March. Okay, this is January so I have 3 months to train." Um no. It is mid January and the run is at the beginning of March. That gives me a month and a half. I better hop to it.
So far I have been out to run twice. When I first found out it was below freezing for the high those days, so I didn't run. Then I had a wedding in Oklahoma to attend, and didn't run. Then I had to flu or some such, and didn't run. So I have FINALLY been able to get out the past few days. Whew, I am OUT OF SHAPE. 3.1 miles is looking like a long ways off. That means I need to be able to run to the mailbox at the end of the county road. I have ran a little past the gate. Maybe 1/2 mile or so.
I just need to remember to keep my mind off of myself and I run much better. I try to remember to pray or sing while I run, and I can go much farther.
My youngest brothers may join me for the run. They started training today. Sam wanted to come down here until March 6th to train with me, but I didn't figure Dad would go for that. They have school to do. The times in the past when they brought their schoolwork, we never got around to doing it. So we will train seperate and run together in March.
Well, I guess that is about all I have to say right now. Anyone want to run with me?
(The blur at the bottom left side is his hand. As I was taking the picture he reached for the camera and said, "Take picture Ty's fingers")
Just a few minutes ago I was getting him ready for a nap, taking him potty etc. After that I went to get him a drink and when I turned around he wasn't with me. So I went looking for him. He had already taken himself to bed. He is such a good boy.
Earlier today after I brushed mine and his teeth, I handed him his toothbrush so he could brush his teeth. I do that so that when I brush them it gets done right, and then he can practice so someday I won't have to do his also. So anyways I went to check on Kimber and left him to brush his teeth. When I came back, he was up on the sink. I asked him what he was doing and he said "Puttin' way my toof brush". I told him it was very good he wanted to put things where they belong, but please don't climb up there. I got him down and went to get dressed. Kimber started fussing and Tyrel asked "Where's Kimmer?" I told him in the living room and he took off up the hall going "What's wrong Kimmer? What's wrong?"
(I forgot to take a picture until after I had wiped it off her face and most of her hair with a baby wipe.)
I continued to get dressed and after a minute I realised Kimber was not fussing and Tyrel was being very quiet. So I went to check on them. As I got close, but with the couch still between us, so I could only see Tyrel's face I asked him what he was doing. "Brushing Kimmer's hair." As I came around the couch I saw that putting away his toothbrush was not all he had been doing up on the bathroom sink. He had also gotten my lisene ointment. It is kind of like chapstick, but with a patroleum jelly texture. He was rubbing it all over Kimber's head and half of her face. They both seemed to be enjoying themselves immensely.
(While working with Daddy)
He is such a little parrot. He will repeat anything he hears. We do not cuss, but we do say things that I am trying to stop now, as I never really paid attention to how it sounded until I heard it coming out of a 2 year olds mouth.
He is always asking people "What are you doing?"
If anyone asks him what he is doing he says "fine". It is so funny. He hasn't quite differintiated between How are you doing, and What are you doing.
Or if someone asks him how old he is, his reply is "Tyrel Jones". I have to remind him that they asked for his age, not his name. And he is quick to tell anyone Kimber is 2 months old when they ask, even before I can lots of times.
He will randomly ask me if he can call people, and if I don't think they will be too busy at the time, I usually will let him. He can be quite the talker on the phone. He sure doesn't get that from me. I can talk to my Mom or Stephen for more than 1 minute on the phone, but they are about the only ones. I just can't ever think of things to say. I much prefer to converse in person.
He will also randomly spout out things like I wuf (love) Daddy....or James, or "Umpa"(Grumpa), or 'nola (Granola..Grandmother Nola) or Jake, or just about any other person we know.
Ready for paintball
Sitting with "Umpa" at my cousin's wedding.
He is quite observant. When we turn right off of the county road, he knows we are probably going to get produce. Or if we turn right in the little town near us on the way to town, he knows we are probably going to "Joy's House." I am not sure why it is Joy's house since Joy is only one of 12 people that live there, but he calls it Joy's house.
Tyrel's picture of the wedding. He asked if he could take a picture, so I showed him what button to push, and this is it. A wedding from a two year old's perspective.
He like to say "Oh Thanks!" with such joy and gusto when you give him something, or even occasionally when I take something from him.
Still working with Daddy
We are working on teaching him "Yes sir, and Yes Ma'am." That is something Stephen and I both do, but Tyrel often just says "yeah". I have discovered I don't like that word much. I use it a lot though. I much prefer him to say Yes or Yes Ma'am or even Okay. So I am also having to retrain myself.
He is my right hand man. It is so nice to see training paying off at such a young age. He can go and get things for me, put things in the trash, sort of rinse the dishes, help wipe the table, put his dishes in the sink, put clothes in the laundry, help put laundry away, help gather firewood, and all with a joyful attitude. I know there is more he can do, but those are the specifics coming to mind. We are still and will be for some time I am sure, working on having a good attitude, not whining, not excessively crying over things that don't need cried over in the first place. I know sometimes you just have to cry. So I tell him to go lay on his bed to cry (unless he is really hurt or something, then I'll hold him) and if it is nothing, he can stop absolutely instantly, or if he needs to cry it out he will go cry on his bed. We are still working on two year olds not being the boss of the family and such fun stuff as that. But over all, he is a very good, very sweet wee lad.
Today, Kimber laughed for the first time that I have heard her.She has been cooing and smiling and getting excited for a while now, but she laughed today. It was so cute!
I have been thinking of and praying for my oldest brother all day. 1 Corinthians 13 kept coming to mind.
I love these big blue eyes and loooong eyelashes. He bats those long eyelashes at me and my poor heart melts. Even when I am supposed to be disciplining.
Here is a picture of Tommy. Because I liked it. Hi Tommy!
This is why I don't often post pictures of Stephen. When I try to take his picture, even sneakily while he is reading, he sees me and does something like this. Never even glances at me, but I know he is grinning behind that arm because I wasn't quick enough.
Here is one of him, but the lighting is weird. Oh well, It is cute anyhow. Hey Seneca, Kimber fits in the outfit you got her now. It is really cute, as you can tell.
I am going to try to do a Project 365 this year. That is where you take at least one picture every single day of the year. It is to document your year, and to help you get better at photography. I think I am going to start a different blog for my Project 365. I will try to only pick my favorite of the day to put up over there. I don't think I will be able to post every day. But I will try to at least get them all up, even if it isn't the day it was taken that I post it. I will continue to post about everyday stuff here, and probably post pictures that didn't make the cut for my other blog. I am not done taking pictures today, so I don't know if this will be today's picture or not.