This is Me Today

My name is Tylar.
I am 34 days old.
Mom waited for me for a looooong time even though, technically, I was born 5 days early. Mom says that elephants have shorter gestation periods than mine.

I like to eat a lot. I was the smallest out of my siblings at birth (only 6lbs 13oz) but I'm gaining fast. My eyes are a curious blue (Mom is still waiting for them to change soon), my nose is perfect and pointly (like Daddy's), and my hair is insanely out of control.

I like to be cuddled and talked to. Mom thinks I always look very serious because I furrow my eyebrows all the time but I smile whenever Dad sings to me. I like my bathtime. I love shopping. I'm quiet and content and can sleep through anything - including my brother and sister fighting, screaming, and jumping off the walls.
I am good baby.

Drama, Drama, Drama

"How is Tessa adjusting to the new baby?"

I get asked this all the time.

For the most part my busy little bumblebee Tessie, for lack of better words, couldn't care either which way about her little sister. Compared to Ethan , who cannot seem to be more than a foot or two away from "his" Tylar at all times, there really isn't much interaction between the sisters.

Most days Tylar is ignored all together. Other few and far between days Tessie will generously allow a quick burst of affection towards the baby.

Then there's the days when she's just not in the mood ...

Or days when having a little sister sucks ...

And days when it's just plain devastating.

The Imagnation of a 3 Year Old

So here's our new bedtime routine for Ethan.

We put him in bed, tuck him in, read a book if he asks, kiss him goodnight, turn on his nightlight(s), then tell him we love him.

5 minutes later ....

"Daaaaaaadddddd .... monster ..."

James stomps into his room: "Where?! I'll get him!"

Giggling Ethan: "Over der!" pointing in some general and vague direction.

James struggles with the air for a moment, eventually getting the air in some awkward Boogeyman head-lock: "Got him! Where should we put him?"

Very excited Ethan (jumping for joy on his bed by now): "Time Out! Monster go time out!!!!"

James using his tough-guy voice: "Okay! It's time out time for monster!!" ushering out so-called monster from Ethan's room "There you go Ethan. Monster all gone. Good night!"

Amused and satisfied Ethan: "Thanks Dad. Nite nite!"

Another moment later ...

"Daaaaad .... More monster over der!"

James jumps back into Ethan room. I don't follow this time but I can tell you there's many karate-like "Hi-Ya's" involved, elaboate thrashing about, and copious amounts of clapping and laughter from Ethan. By the end of this Emmy award winning show, there's a monster being thrown in the garbage, one getting flushed down the toilet, and yet another going for a time-out.

James comes out of Ethan's room sweaty and triumphant.

Ethan settles back in bed, safe from all monsters thanks to the acrobatics of his father.

When it's my turn to do the battling, I just use my "Monster Mace" (also known as Fabreeze Air Effects) and spray his room. Monsters hate that stuff - didn't you know? Clears them right out ... not to mention requires less exertion on my part.

I guess this post should've been titled "The Imagination of a 34 Year Old".

Ummm ... A Little Busy Over Here!!!!

Yes I know I haven't posted in like forever but honestly ...
Can you blame me?
Here's some pictures.

I'll post the stories with them as soon as I have a minute away from a maniac 3 year old, a 1 and a half year old with selective hearing, an insatiable newborn that needs to eat 24-7, and when James isn't limping around recoving from surgery so I NEVER have another baby .... EVER.

At The Farm

"Fearless" Is Not Always a Good Thing

WTF??!

My glucose test came back today and Doctor Dave (my OBGYN) says it's "on the high side".
What does that mean?
It means another glucose test - this one 3 hours instead of 1. It also means if this next one comes back on the "high side", I will have to take insulin because it's what you call Gestational Diabetes.
No more sugar.
Booo ...