Waterfalls

When I ask Tyler if he is ready to take a bath, his little hazel eyes light up and he yells, "Yeah! A bath!" and he dashes to the bathroom, shedding shoes and clothing on his way. Bubbles and toys come out, and it's a good time.

Until it's time to wash his hair, which apparantly is the toddler equivalent of waterboarding.

But we found a way around the torture today:

Thank heaven for "waterfalls"

Towels and Other News

After bath time, the Tyler In A Towel Show comes to town.

First he runs around the house laughing and hopping, tightly wrapped up, still sopping wet.

Then he starts to lose his towel, and he plays peek-a-boo with us from under it.

Then he loses the towel completely. Chaos ensues.

In other news, we are doing just swimmingly here in Hinckley Central, Plano, TX. Tyler and I spend our days running (literally) around the house with Evelyn and Edison, Tyler's cousins, whom he lovingly has named "Eh-von" and "Eh-son," and of course, Aunt Marie ("Ah-me!") Baby #2 has stopped nudging me like a cute little butterfly, but has developed a karate kick that makes my whole belly shake. Another boy? I think so. (No hard evidence on that yet!) McKay has had a few interviews, and is waiting to hear back from them while still looking for other options.


I have successfully killed off a small kitchen herb kit, which makes me a little nervous for a full-fledged garden. Luckily, there is SNOW in the weather report for this week, so we can put it off for a little while longer.