Filling the pool

A few days ago Stephen's dad was filling up their swimming pool. We let Tyrel get in there and play with the kids while it was still almost empty. He had lots of fun chasing them around with the water hose. Every time I would go down the steps to try to get a better picture he would chase me back up the steps with the hose.

Sharing With Daddy

Tyrel likes to help people eat their food. My mom said we should call it the Tyrel diet, because by the time he helps you, you don't get much.

Picture Takin'

I am finally figuring out how to get cuter pictures....Don't stop after a few. It may seem like you are taking the same pictures over and over, but some of them will turn out with just the right expression on the face, or just the right pose from your avoiding the camera almost 2 year old son. Not that I really know what I am talking about, I just like that ones I take better when I keep on snappin' them. These are just a handful of the pictures I took. I deleted a LOT that didn't turn out at all.
"You're interrupting my playing"This is what he looks like when he moo's, Cowgranny."oh neat""That is sooo funny""Are you still pestering me?"

Lost in thought

Silliness

Cuteness

Ditto

Things that make you go "awwwwwwwwwww"

Pretty Girl... er... young lady..

Things that make you go "Ewwwwwwwww"

First Whole Night

Last night was Tyrel's first time to sleep all night in his bed. He came and got in ours twice, and I immediately moved him to his, and he went right back to sleep with no fuss. I was amazed at how much more rested I was after not sleeping with a kicking, rolling, sometimes fussing almost 2 year old. I hope it stays that easy. Maybe he will start sleeping through the night now.

Here is a more updated list of words Tyrel has been saying regularly. He will repeat many words if you ask him to, but these are pretty much the ones he uses everyday. He adds new ones almost every day though, so it is hard to keep up.

Now, no, yes, up, shoe, sock, boot, this one, this way, stop, stop it, bite, truck, what's that? outside, down, Marie, cheese, Mom, Dad, pee pee, Papa, night night, mine, baby, eat, bye, buhbye, Mark, Jake, Annie, bird, moo, why? bombs.

A Big Boy Bed!

Ever since Tyrel was born, he has slept with us. For a couple of reasons, but mostly for convenience. I didn't have to get up to nurse him in the night that way, I just fed him and we both got more sleep. Someone had given us a crib, but it never got used. Not once. So we passed the frame of it on some time back. We kept the mattress in hopes of making him a toddler bed.

When I weaned Ty at about 18 months old, we started putting him on the mattress on the floor next to our bed at nap times and when we went to bed, but he still gets in bed with us in the middle of the night. Several months ago when I was babysitting and had some extra money, I bought some cedar posts so Stephen could make Tyrel a nice log toddler bed.

We peeled the posts, sanded them, and then they sat there. For months. Just getting rained on and not being made into a bed.

It seemed like anytime we would have time to work on it, something else would come up, and it would get pushed back.

Well finally, after not even much nagging (which was hard, I REALLY wanted it made) this weekend Stephen, Tommy, and to a lesser extent, me, built Tyrel's bed. I think the guys did a GREAT job. Tyrel just loves it. Now that he has a real bed, I am going to start making him stay in his own bed at night. I would like him to sleep in it all night well before the baby is born, because a 2 year old a newborn and 2 adults would make for a very crowded queen sized bed.

The finished bed. Nearly everything on it has been made by family. Stephen made the bed, My Aunt Lennie made the quilt for Tyrel, and the blanket his horse is laying on, and if I am not mistaken the pillowcase was either made or at least embroidered by someone in Stephen's family a long time ago.

First time sleeping on his big boy bed.

"Tyrel's room"

Which is in our room.

And just because, a picture of Tyrel and cousin Kyle. And James (Stephen's brother, Kyle's Dad)

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)

Samuel and Daniel, and other stuff.

Here are some more pictures of Sam and Dan's visit, and the pictures I took for Mom of them.

Sam

Tyrel and GeorgeTy trying on Daddy's shortsGoing to the Tea PartyMMM, Soft pretzels. We did garlic ones and cinnamon ones.Grumpa (my dad) and TyrelTyrel helping T smileDanielTwins

Tommy's cake...it didn't turn out well. Most of my fondant shapes died bef0re I got them on the cake. So I just put Texas and drew Oklahoma over it.

Tommy and Stella

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