6 months

The other day Brian was talking to his mom on the phone. She asked him to tell her about little Tyler's personality. He thought it was a funny question because in his words, "babies don't have personalities yet." I laughed when he said that because I know so many of you would disagree with that statement. But at the same time we both had to stop and think before we could answer the question. Baby Ty has sort of tricked us into thinking he doesn't have a personality because he is so good natured. He doesn't really demand much attention (though he does love it), he doesn't make a lot of noise, he loves to nurse and sleep and plays well on his own. He also adores his big brother and spends lots of time quietly smiling at him in admiration. Like I used to say about Johnny as a baby, Ty is just happy to be here. He is pure joy to his momma. He is patient, calm, sweet, so lovable and happy. At six months he loves to jump enthusiastically in his bouncy toy, grab everything in sight, chew on his hands, get mauled by his dad, snuggle with Johnny, sit on his mom's lap and take his evening bath. He still wakes up once during the night to eat and though I'd love for him to sleep through the night, I secretly enjoy our night time feeding. It's the only time Tyler will fall asleep on my shoulder after eating and I can hold him tight and sneak as many kisses as I want on his soft, smooth cheeks. At the park the other day with a friend and her little boy I had to interrupt Tyler's feeding to help Johnny on the slide. I returned to my spot on the park bench and didn't immediately resume feeding Ty. She couldn't believe how patiently he waited to continue eating when he was clearly still very hungry. That's my Ty. He's an angel baby. He has made being a mother of 2 a little easier than I thought it would be. And so much more fun!

6 month stats:

21 lbs (95%)

28 inches (95%)

18 3/4 noggin' (97%)

the egg hunt

Johnny really enjoyed hunting for eggs this year. We had the first of many egg hunts in great grandma's back yard. Each egg had a single m&m inside. Plenty of incentive for a 22-month old. (Johnny wiped out on the pavement a few minutes before we took these pictures. Hence the scratches on his face. Poor guy.)

When we got home, Johnny wanted to do it again. We probably hid the eggs around the house a half a dozen times and every time was as exciting as the first. We didn't even bother with the candy after a while. It was the actual finding of the egg that Johnny loved most.

family time

I don't write or journal about our family as much as I would like to. Writing is a very labored task for me. I'm not one of those people that can sit down and pour out my thoughts and feelings easily. It takes a lot of time, effort, and backspacing:) That's why I'm posting these pictures. I think they say a lot about us and how we like to spend our time. We love to be at home together. We took these photos while we did our best to listen to general conference.

wondering

I don't want to get too graphic, but I'm curious. Tyler blows out of at least one and sometimes two or three diapers a day! I've bumped him up to size 4's and occasionally I'll put him in Johnny's size 5's hoping to avoid a disaster, but nothing seems to work. Is there anyone out there that has/had this problem? What did you do about it? Yesterday the blow out was so bad that we stripped him down and plopped him in the sink on the spot. The look on his face seems to say, "Did I do something wrong?"

I neeeeeeeeeed MULK!

It's very appropriate that Johnny's first complete sentence would be, "I neeeeeeeeed MULK!!" shouted across the house at the crack of dawn as the rest of us were barely opening our eyes. This boy is an early riser and loves a cold bottle of milk more than any almost two-year old I know. Which leads me to my next thought. How on earth are we going to break him of the bottle come June?!