I forgot one thing. Tyson loves the Three Little Pigs, which he calls the Ten Little Pigs. Dylan and Tyson can be found playing this alot during the day. They switch from being the pigs, to the big bad wolf. I love it when Tyson is the pig, he is so cute when he says, "Not by the hair of my chinny, chin, chin I will not let you in." It is seriously so funny. And then when he is the wolf, and he huffs and puffs really hard to blow the house in. Sometimes if I ask him to do something like, Tyson can you please eat your dinner. He says, "I'm not Tyson, I'm the big bad wolf." And I have to ask, "Big bad wolf, can you please eat your dinner?" Then he happily does so. Funny kid.

This Boy!

I just had to do a post about this boy of mine. I love the stage that he is in most of the time. He is 2 1/2 and is mister independent in a lot of things, but still wants almost everything done for him. We butt heads a bit in this area. He is so funny and super smart. He loves to laugh at himself and funny things that people say. He says the funniest things, a few of my favorites, "Oh, I am so proud of you." to himself after he finds something he has lost. After a little episodes of anger, "I'm getting happy." Then a pause, "I'm happy now." And he'll throw his hands up in the air and be so excited. All happening with in about 20 seconds. Makes me laugh everytime. And "OK, maybe I can do it."

He is growing so much, he just went through a huge growth spurt, all of his cute baby fat is almost gone. He's going to be long and lean like his dad and brother. I had to get out 4T pants for him, it kind of made me sad, he is only 2.

We have also been working on potty training, I think he is finally potty trained. Ya ho.

I love, love this boy. He still lets me hold him like a baby and cuddle him and kiss his sweet cheeks. He is fun to be around and play with, he has really gotten into playing make believe lately, he loves to play with his trains on the Island of Sodor. He loves to play with his brother, and gets so excited when we go pick him up from school. I am glad that they are such good buddies.

When the wind blows in Doney Park!

This is what happens to roofs. This so happens to be our roof.

I came home from doing an errand Friday morning and the back porch was leaking. I thought to myself, That's no good. I told Marty, he came home and got out the ladder to take a peak and this is what he found. Gotta love those 60 mile an hour wind gusts. That's why we have homeowners insurance right?

Your hands smell like pee!

Funny story..
A couple of weeks ago I was dropping Dylan off at Primary and I gave him a hug and told him goodbye, somehow my hand was near his nose and his said, "Your hand smells like pee." I was taken back and didn't know what to say, but " I washed my hands when I went potty". I didn't think anything of it until sometime this week I was playing with Tyson and he was playing with my hands and said, "You hands smew wike pee, mommy." "What?" was my reaction. I smelt them they didn't stink to me. So my question is why do my boys think I smell like pee? It could be for the fact that I spend alot of time in the bathroom with them, Tyson is still potty training, and Dylan thinks I have to go with him because something is going to get him. I promise I wash my hands, I feel like a millions times a day. I guess there are just some smells that won't wash off after awhile, according to my kids. I even had Marty smell them and he said they didn't smell. Maybe they are just being boys.

And this is what happens..

....when you play baseball with Mom in the house.

We were just playing a friendly little game of ball and I hit the ball a little to hard and it smacked Dylan right in the mouth. He was so sad. And I felt horrible.

Poor guy. Sorry buddy.

A Project!

My unorganized laundry room was driving me crazy, and we were snowed in one day, Marty needed a project, so he put up another shelf for me. He also needed something heavy to sit on the shelf so he could get it level. Thank goodness for heavy kids because I really didn't want to get up there. Tyson loved it. I am grateful for a handy hubby.

I am a little embarrassed to show this mess, but the after picture is so worth it.
My mother-in-law gave me some can organizers, made by shelfreliance, for my birthday. It took a whole to take everything off of the shelf and reorganize with the can rotaters. The kids had so much fun taking stuff off the shelf, then there were boxes. The ended up playing cars with them for a while. Then Dylan and Tyson helped but all the canned stuff away. It was like a party they had a blast. They still go in there and play with them. Putting groceries away now is so much easier because the boys want to do it. Hurry, they don't even realize they are helping out, don't tell them either, they'll stop.

And the after, it looks so much better.I am so thankful to have food on my shelves. I was just reading an email about some members of the church that are in Haiti, they have almost nothing. They have little drinking water, but they have enough other water to make sure they had clean clothes to wear to church. It is very humbling to see them in their circumstances, you can just see the faith in their eyes, they know they have nothing but feel blessed to be among the living and have the gospel in their lives.

Snow Storm January 2010

That brown spot by the fench is Bear. He loved all the snow. Marty started throwing a frizzbee for him in the front yard, he found it everytime in all that snow.

We'll just shovel the snow off of the lawn for you Dad.
The boys loved sliding down the slide with the snow on it. They would go down, wait a while then go down again. Eventually it got to the point where they would only go down a couple of feet and get stuck, but they had a blast.

The Abominable Tyson(sorry that is probably spelled wrong)

Lots of snow, tons of fun, got to stay home and work on projects. I am sad that JoAnn's roof caved in, I need some fabric. I was also thinking about putting Dylan into skating lessons, he really wants to play hockey, but the ice skating rink fell in as well. Oh well.