Our Crazy BeauTYful Life

Dear Tyson,

We are in the midst of a completely ordinary Saturday morning in this household.  You are currently chasing General around the house, wielding a fork and looking extra cute in your dinosaur footie pajamas.  We just got done with our Panera souffles and pumpkin spice lattes (weekly fall staples in this household).  It's crazy play time now, and then nap time and football time later  We've had a lot of Saturdays like this, and I am hopeful that we will have a lot more.  On this most ordinary of mornings, though, I am completely overcome with an extraordinary amount of gratitude.

It started when I was watching you eat breakfast.  You are getting so good with your fork!  You show great determination in stabbing something as many times as it needs to be stabbed, and you show even more excitement once you shovel it into your mouth by yourself.  I know this will sound totally silly, but I am really proud of you every time I see you use that fork.  It's crazy how smart you are and how quickly you teach yourself how to do things.  In the past few weeks, you have learned how to open the baby gate by the stairs (which scares the living daylights out of us, by the way), how to say all kinds of things, how to put shapes into your toy cookie jar, and so much more.  I was thinking this morning about how proud I am of all these little things, and I can't even begin to imagine how that pride will grow as you start to do even bigger things.  My heart swells for you with everything you do.

Unfortunately, this is the part where I have to admit how selfish I have been.  Over the past months, I have allowed my thoughts to be consumed with wanting more.  I want more of you little heart stealing buggers running all over making a mess in this house.  Daddy and I want to give you brothers and sisters.  We want a family big enough to make me lose my closet (and maybe even my mind a little bit, too).  This is not a dream that has been easy to realize.  It doesn't help that it was so easy with you or that it seems like every five minutes people ask us when there will be another.  If I had it in me, I'd answer honestly that those questions drive little daggers into my heart because if it was up to me, you'd be a big brother by now.  The hardest thing for me to accept has been that it is not up to me.  Until now.

What I realized this morning is that I thank God that it is not up to me.  He has provided more for me than I could ever hope for or dream of or deserve.  I would not be anything without His love and guidance.  He gave me Daddy and our family (the blood ones that we love so much AND all the other ones that we chose for ourselves).  He gives me over a hundred new kids every year to brighten my days and to do His work.  And then there's you.  Any time I feel selfish or ungrateful, all I have to do is look into your eyes, my little crazy haired, joyful, belly laughing, sweet miracle, to feel utterly humbled and thankful.

So what if this is "all" there is?  I am pretty <pardon my French> damn lucky.  When I leave things in God's hands I see evidence every minute of every day of His amazing work.  My blessings are abundant, and it is not possible to ever be grateful enough for what He has given me when I believe in and trust in Him.  He knows my heart, and He loves me anyway.  Instead of focusing on the selfish wants of my heart, I promise to try to focus on all of these beautiful moments with you guys that go by oh so quickly.

Tyson, I can't remember what life was like without you.  Part of the reason it's hard to remember is because I don't even want to try.  You have made our lives more magical than anything that we ever could have dreamed for ourselves.  You are all of our best parts added up into one tiny little incredible guy.  You are our greatest blessing and our greatest accomplishment.  You are, and will always be, more than enough.

It is tough for me to share all of this, both because of how raw and emotional it is and because you somehow keep acquiring new forks (or cups or mugs or blocks or...whew), so I have to stop to rescue you or hug you every few minutes.  I love it.  I love you.  Keep being wonderful you, little buddy.

For where your treasure is, there will your heart be also. Matthew 6:21

I love you so much.

Mom

Forktunate

Dear Tyson,

I have breaking news!  You learned how to use a fork this weekend!  This may not sound that exciting or like that much of an accomplishment, but I assure you that it is.  I am going to turn thirty soon, and I'm still trying to learn how to eat neatly and properly with a fork.  That's not to say that your fork eating is neat... there's still some flinging.  It's not to say that you are all of a sudden an etiquette school graduate in proper table manners either.  You may or may not have accidentally flung some mac 'n' cheese at an innocent bystander today at Panera with your makeshift "cheese wand" fork (actually a straw).  However, we're as pleased with you and proud of you as ever.  What a smarty pants you are. :)  Check it out!

Contemplating...

...stabbing...

...pondering...

... devouring! :)

Welcome to the world of legit silverware usage.  You're pretty legit yourself, little man.

Love you like you love picking up shoes and running around the house,

Mom

SmarTY Pants

Dear Tyson,

Oh my goodness!  You continue to grow and to amaze me.  I get so excited every time you do something new or something funny, and this happens on a daily basis.

Take yesterday, for example.  Over the past few months you have become obsessed with Goldfish.  You have figured out exactly where we keep them in the pantry.  It has gotten to the point where I have to try to distract you while I'm cooking dinner because you will rush me every time I open the door and demand nothing less than a Goldfish reward.  You did this very thing yesterday night.  I got out a handful to give you two at a time (it can't be any more than two, or you'll try to shove them allll in your mouth).  I put one in each of your cute little hands and left the pile on the kitchen table.  You enjoyed your snack and continued playing, and I wandered over to the other side of the kitchen to keep chopping and boiling.  Less than a minute later, I looked over and couldn't believe my eyes.  I'll be darned if you didn't get sick of waiting for your next Goldfish fix and find a way to get to them yourself!  You were teetering on your makeshift scaffold and risking life and limb to get your snack (okay, that may be a slight exaggeration... but you could have gotten another one of those trademark bruises on your face).

I did what any great parent would do.  I took pictures.

You somehow pushed my computer over to the table and realized that it would make a good step stool.  Well played, sir!  I just can't believe how smart you are and what an independent little guy you have become.  It's a good thing that you also still do silly things like this sometimes to let us know that you still need our help:

 
Do you see your little feet under there?!  You got stuck chasing a ball.  Under a dining room chair.  You had to be rescued.  Yep.  Thanks for all the giggles.

Love you,

Mom

Ty's First Kiss Went a Little Like This...

Dear Ty,

It's soooo cliche to say you're growing up way too fast.  Maybe I can just tell you that you're not growing up slowly at all?  We can't believe how tall you're getting (you're still a runt on all the charts, but you're growing like crazy).  We can't believe what a little man you are becoming or how many things you can do.  You love to run around the house now, and I really do mean run!  You can give high fives and blow kisses, although your kisses are sometimes still just you licking your hand.  It's equally cute and funny either way.  You have a shoe fetish, meaning you like to pick yours up and carry them with you everywhere you go.  You LOVE Sesame Street, dancing, dive bombing face first into General's (unused, thank goodness) bed, showing off when you have the whole family's attention, and mimicking your mom and dad.  We still, of course, believe that you are a genius and that you are the most adorable baby to ever live.  I'm sure that all parents think that, but not all of them are as right as we are. ;)

I'm glad that I got to be your first dance.  We've been dancing with you forever, but I'm talking about the first one out in the real world.  It happened on Thanksgiving weekend last year at the restaurant formerly known as Darryl's.  It's fitting because that's where Daddy and I had our first dance as a married couple. :)  They had a Motown style band playing, and maybe it was "Just My Imagination" (that's the song that was playing... see what I did there), but I think you had as much fun as I did.

I'm also glad that I was your first kiss, which was probably moments after you were born.  I have to share that title with another lady now, though, because you had your first kiss with your little arranged marriage girlfriend last night.  We had dinner with the Johnsons, and you loved hanging out with them and playing with all of their toys.  When it was time to leave, we gathered around to say our goodbyes.  Amiyah was in her mommy's arms, you were in mine, and you leaned right over and gave her a big 'ol kiss.  Your MIL Stephanie and I were delighted!  Daddy and Nate didn't see it, so we tried to get you to do it again, but I think you didn't want to get in trouble with your FIL... haha.  That was probably a good call.  He's one of the nicest guys I've ever met, but he owns a gun, and that's his little girl.  Eventually, though, you did give that sweet girl Amiyah one more peck.  Who could resist?  I am proud of your good taste. :)

As I type this, you are eating puzzle pieces and dancing on your tippy toes to Sesame Street.  There are so many other things I have to tell you, but I'm back to school now, and these weekend moments are far too precious to spend on the computer.  Until next time...

Love you, little man.

Mom

Don't Stop Believing

Dear Ty,

I know that I should be much better about documenting all of your little and big milestones.  I don't have the date and time of your first tooth or your first steps written down (although we may be able to correlate both to Michigan sporting events to figure that out).  For that I am sorry.

Tonight, however, I will document an important milestone that may be even better than all of that baby stuff.  You've always been a little man anyway.  You've been great about humoring us with our dance parties for months, but tonight something really special happened.

**For the first time, on your own, you danced and shouted along to Journey.**

Afterward, you smiled and hi fived your dad.  You sure do make us proud. :)

Love you little man,

Mom

P.S.  Happy Fourth of July!  I think this will end up becoming one of our favorite holidays.  We had SO MUCH FUN with you and all of our friends yesterday.  There was lots of pool time, play time, eating time, and fireworks time.  What a great day.

Is This the Real Thing?

Dear Ty,

I used to promise myself that I would never turn into one of those blubbering embarrassing women who got all emotional about her kids and gushed and cried and all that junk.  I was supposed to be the cool mom, the one who didn't always find herself saying cliche things like, "Ahh... they grow up so fast, don't they?" while sighing and shaking her head.  Did I know my cheesy self when I made those promises?

The truth is that I look through albums of your pictures all the time with my head tilted all sentimentally, and I already wonder where the time has gone.  It's hard to remember a time when my days weren't scheduled around your nap times and my priorities weren't centered around your complete and total happiness.  I mean it when I say that I wouldn't have it any other way.  The truth is that I have put off writing this post because thinking about what a blessing you are turns me into one of those sappy women.  You know, the ones I would never NEVER resemble.  In any way.  Shoot.  At least I still squeeze my muffin top over low rise jeans, though, right?  Right?

It's your first birthday, and I just don't know how.  On the other hand, I can measure it perfectly in giggles, snuggles in our homemade "cocoons", and milestones that are so much better than the ones they tell you about in those books that tell you about what your child is supposed to be like.  Your daddy and I have used those books to make sure that we kept you alive for at least this year, but YOU are the only one who can tell us exactly what you are supposed to be like.  You tell us every day.

Your full body, loud, room shaking laughs tell us that you have a wonderful sense of humor and a joy in your heart that is truly special.  Your dad and I will do ANYTHING to make you laugh like that.  Thank goodness no one is around in those moments to turn the camera on us.  The crinkle in your brows when someone is upset and the way you cling to me in the moments when I need a good hug, even though you are now your own little independent guy, tell us that if we do our jobs right, you will be a kind, gentle human being.  I can't tell you how important that is.  I'm sure all parents think that their children are geniuses, but you shock us every day with how smart you are and the new things you pick up.  You have shown a streak of mischief and a twinkle behind your eye that lead your grandma to call you David, just like in one of our favorite books to read.  Your crazy hair makes us laugh, your eyes make me melt, and your smile expands my heart like a sponge every time you use it.  The fact that you look just like your dad only makes me love you both even more.  My blessings have literally multiplied.

One year ago today signaled the beginning of a whole new round of best days of our lives.  Daddy and I waited patiently for you for many months, and then a little less patiently for a few days.  Every morning when I woke up, I wondered if that was the day that would be your birthday.  Even though my due date was June 9th, June 2nd seemed like a perfectly good birthday.  So did the 3rd, the 4th, the 5th, and the 6th...  Finally, it was time.  Wait, was it time?  There's no book that can fully explain that one.  We'll get to that in a bit.  Let me tell you another story.  This time it will be one of the most important stories I have about one of the most important days, your birthday.

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Once upon a time, I woke up at two o'clock in the morning with a weird feeling.  Being a big ol' pregnant woman who missed sleeping on her back and who missed sleeping in general, I didn't think much of it.  I did get out of bed, however, for a trip to the bathroom.  I decided to head downstairs in order to give Daddy a good night's sleep.  My nights of peaceful slumber had come to a halt a few months ago, but I was still trying to preserve his because all people ever wanted to tell us about was how people with babies were like zombies who did not sleep or eat or doing anything for themselves.  Sleep now!  Freeze your meals!  Buy adult diapers!  Taking care of another human being means you will lose the ability to take care of yourself altogether!  So not true.  I digress.

Where were we?  Oh yes, we were on the couch downstairs in our White Rose house trying not to wake Daddy before he had to get up for work.  It was early, early morning on Thursday, June 7.  It was so early that the only thing I could find on t.v. were infomercials.  I usually love those things, but something in my stomach just wasn't sitting right (pasta for dinner?  too much garlic?), and I needed a distraction.  I had the CMT Awards on the DVR and thought that might be the perfect choice to entertain myself for a few minutes before slipping into a glorious couch slumber.  Two and a half hours later, I was still wide awake.  By that time, I was starting to wonder if my problems had less to do with indigestion and more to do with you.  I watched some bad sitcom or another and drank lots of water while I debated whether or not I should wake up your dad.  I convinced myself that it was probably nothing, and I didn't want to be the girl who cried baby.  Plus, weren't contractions supposed to hurt more?

I decided that I would wait until 5 am to get Daddy up because that was just before he'd think about getting up for work anyway.  I had been done with school for two weeks, so I had nowhere to be.  I started to time the pains I was having just in case, and I wrote them obsessively on a post it note.  It looked like something out of that movie A Beautiful Mind.  Let me tell you, half an hour goes by awfully slowly when you count it a minute at a time.

At 4:59 I bounded up the stairs (ha! as much as any pregnant woman can bound) in order to get to Daddy at exactly 5:00.  Excitedly, I shook him.  He made a soft noise and rolled away.  Again, I shook him.  He moved a little more.  Eyes still closed.  One last shake... success!  He was was a mixture of annoyed, shielding his eyes from the light entering from the hallway, and curious.  Most importantly, he was listening.

"Okay, so Tom, it's probably nothing.  I mean, for sure it's nothing.  But... I've been up since two.  I thought I had a stomachache, but it comes and goes, and it has been coming and going for a little while now.  It could be contractions.  I'm sure it's nothing, though, really.  You should still go into work and be normal.  You don't want to tell them that your crazy wife made you stay home for nothing.  Nothing, that's what it is.  Can we just move the doctor's appointment up today?  Like, maybe not wait until 3:45 but a little earlier?  I'm sure she'll say it's nothing."

Agreed.  It was nothing, Dad would go to work, and we'd see if we could reschedule the appointment a little earlier.  Whew problem solved. I went back to my station on the couch to wait out this something that was almost certainly not really anything.  Daddy went off to work with promises to see me sooner rather than later, and I got myself a bowl of cereal.  I continued with my obsessive tallying of the somethings that were really nothing and rejoiced that real programming was coming back on t.v.  I couldn't help but feel bad for those poor Today Show anchors who were up so early that crazies like me were their only audience.  I tallied some more.

After another hour or so, I decided that a shower might be just what I needed, so I took one.  The doctor's office would finally be open when I got out, and I could see about switching that time.  I got out of the shower, grabbed my phone, and called Daddy instead.  "Um, Tom.  Me again.  Can you come home?  Please don't tell anyone because it will be so embarrassing when you go back later today, and they find out that I didn't really have the baby.  Maybe just come home and help me get to the doctor?"  Daddy decided to humor me, and I was thrilled to have him on the way (although I felt bad for pulling him away from work for nothing).  I dried my hair, taking frequent breaks to tally and hunch a little.  Was this the real thing?

By the time Dad got home from work, I was starting to think it was possible.  He called the doctor, and she gave us the go ahead to go to the hospital.  The pains were more intense, and there was less time between them.  Yet, the whole way to the hospital we kept talking about how weird it was.  Weren't we supposed to be frantic?  In the middle of the night?  It was mid morning, the sun was shining, and we were calm... happy even.  Strange.

We pulled into the hospital around 10 am. and made our way up to the maternity ward.  Daddy announced to everyone at the nurse's desk joyfully, "We're here to check in!"  They definitely didn't believe it was the real thing at that point.  They were about to put us in a "wait and see" room (aka a how-long-can-we-wait-until-we-send-these-silly-kids-home room).  Thankfully, a nurse decided to intervene and got me settled into a room a few minutes later.  She checked to see if we were making any progress, then gave me a strange look.  I just knew we were about to be sent home.  Instead,

"Do you have a high threshold for pain?"

I shrugged, and she told me that I was already four centimeters dilated.  We were staying!  You were coming!  I grinned at Daddy, excited that you were on the way, relieved that it was actually the real thing, and a little proud of myself for reaching warrior status (in one nurse's eyes at least).  I got some help, and Dad got lunch.  We shared our hospital news with just your grandparents and aunts and uncles, and we got ready for what we had been told would be a marathon.  I found a channel on the hospital room t.v. that was like an aquarium with a constant stream of music, and I actually felt more relaxed than I had in days.  Is it weird to say that it was a nice afternoon?  Maybe, but it was.

Just a few hours later, Dr. F. came in to break my water.  She was going to head back to the office and promised she'd be back in a few hours to deliver.  You had other plans.  A few minutes later, she informed us that she'd be staying, and you'd be introducing yourself soon.  I was delighted.  Daddy was terrified.  He had a million questions:  Where do I stand?  Do I hold the camera now?  Is this happening soon?  I started to push, with the gentle music of aquarium channel guiding the turtles through the water and the sounds of the nurse telling Daddy to breath in the background.  It was peaceful and lovely.  We laughed, I pushed, the nurse told Dad that if he passed out, he would be ignored until the wife and baby were okay.  I asked Dr. F. if it was always this easy (she told me later that no, it was not always this easy, and I should not share my story with other women because they would hate me.  The nurses gave me a figurative badge of honor, which I still figuratively wear quite proudly).  We laughed, I pushed some more, and it was just about time.

Things moved really quickly.  Fifteen minutes.  A head!  Another minute.  Almost there!  One more minute.  It's a boy!  We embraced our very own little old man blondie newborn for the first time at 3:17 in the afternoon.  I thought we would both cry, but we didn't really.  We were just way too busy smiling.

Tyson Jerome Ferri.  Perfection.  Happy Zero Birthday!

Our first picture as a Ferri nice family of three :)

Love at first sight

Little old man 

Snuggles with Daddy

You're tired?  Hmm...

Peaceful Mr. Handsome

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We blinked, and it's your first birthday all of a sudden.  This has been the most challenging year of bliss we've ever had.  That totally makes sense, right?  We are thankful each and every day that God has blessed us with the honor of being your parents.  We will do everything in our power to make you as happy as you make us.  We will protect you and push you and love you with all we have.  We are so darn glad that you were born, and we are filled with glee each time we look at your face and realize that you are all ours.  We're still smiling, Tyson/Ty/TJ/Bubba/Baby/David/Buster Brown/Mistah/whatever your name is.

We love you, Ty.  Happy Birthday!  Let's celebrate! :)  Is the the real thing?  You bet your sparkly blue eyes it is.

- Mom

It's About Tyme, Right?

Dear Ty,

I can't believe it has been so long since we last wrote to you!  Actually, I can believe it because we've been so busy, but I'm sorry that we have not done a better job preserving some of these memories.  The good news is that we have not, by any means, slowed down on making amazing memories with you.  The nights and weekends with you are really short because you are simply too much fun.

What has been keeping us so busy?  You, for one.  You are crawling around like a champ these days, and you're as happy and as silly as ever.  We really love that about you.  We love everything about you.  You're a little over 10 months now, and you are ready to walk.  I have to imagine it will only be a matter of time.  You took your first steps at around 8 months, but you are much more comfortable standing and walking around while holding onto something right now.  We're not in any hurry for you to grow up, so you take your time, Bubba.  We'll be here to obsessively record and photograph whenever you decide it's time for your moments. :)

We have also been busy trying to make our next dream come true.  At the end of next month, we'll move you into a nice big house with a pool.  I can't tell you how excited we are for that.  We want you to have a big yard and a pool and a basement to play in and siblings; this is the beginning of even more loveliness and happiness for our family.  You just make us want to work harder to make these things happen.  I can't believe how blessed we are to have the means and opportunity to see these big dream come true. :)

That brings me to the real inspiration for this letter, Ty.  Our lives have always been crazy and hectic, and having you just makes everything move that much more quickly.  It's hard to imagine that we lived so may years without you.  This week has been particularly busy, but I was thinking and feeling something today that I think is important enough to pause everything else to tell you about.  After a long but good day at work, I stayed late to get as many student projects graded as I could.  You and Daddy were nice enough to visit and keep me company for part of that time, and your little giggles gave me the fuel I needed to keep up my energy.  As I completed my routine of obsessively compulsively checking to make sure I had all of my essentials packed up and doing one last turn to glance into my classroom before turning off the light and shutting the door, I felt an overwhelming rush.  I couldn't believe how blessed I felt on such an ordinary day.

Here's the thing, Bubba.  It's easy to feel gratitude and to recognize blessings when things are going well.  It's also easy to drop to your knees when things are at their worst.  These are the times when my relationship with God is as easy as my relationship with you.  Of course I can easily find a place for Him in these days.  The days in between are the days when it's easy to forget him in the ordinary.  That's why I have been working hard to make my faith an important part of our ordinary days.

That being said, it seems almost silly to call any day in my life ordinary.  Every morning when I see you, I have taken to starting off like this:  "Good morning, Tyson.  It's so good to have another day in this world with you!  God has richly blessed us."  I hope you can recite this with me now and that it is familiar.  I am a regular girl living a regular life, but we are surrounded by far too much that is extraordinary to ever actually call this life ordinary with a straight face.  For starters, you and your dad (and hopefully your brothers and sisters by the time you read this) are the most amazing blessings I could ever hope to deserve, even though I'm not quite sure that I will ever convince myself of anything less than the fact that you are all too good to be true.  Our family, the one who will live in our fabulous new house and the ones who are spread all over the country, are surely worthy of the title of extraordinary, even when I'm not sure that I am worthy of them.  Our friends?  Extraordinary.  Our pup friend General?  Extraordinary.  Our life?  Extraordinary.  Our careers?  You guessed it.  Extraordinary.

That moment I spent in my classroom doorway today reminded me of how lucky I am to have a job that I truly love, too.  Despite whatever challenges and irritations I may face sometimes, I couldn't help but think of all of the moments I have spent in that room creating memories with my other "kids" and understanding that joy is tangible.  Those kids teach me on a daily basis how to be a mom to you (and sometimes, they teach me what not to do, but that's a whole different story).  You should feel blessed to have them because they challenge me in ways that make me better.  I only hope that I can do that for them sometimes, too.  You help me to understand just how important my job and my purpose really is.

I could continue to list blessings, but the list is too long to ever complete.  Instead, I hope to remind you of these things constantly to the point that you roll your eyes and tell me, "I knoooooow."  I hope that even after you say that, you will smile and start to make this daily tally and gratitude a part of your own routine.  Thank God for how blessed you are even on the most ordinary, mundane days.  Understanding and appreciating all of the little things in your life will help you to get through any of the big things that come your way.  Count your blessings, Ty, and rejoice always in this beautiful life of ours.  We are richly blessed.

Love you from here to the moon and back,

Mom

Tongue Ty'ed

Dear Ty,

Today, you discovered your tongue and you are fascinated by it.  You keep sticking it out, licking your lips, grabbing it and licking your fingers.  You can also flip it upside down, just like Daddy.  Of course this is all very amusing to me and Mom.  It is quite funny to watch.

Prior to this amazing discovery, we've been very entertained by listening to you converse with anything that will listen.  You started off by saying "ba-ba".  I like to take credit for this, because every time we would go change your diaper, I would say to you "bubba-bubba-bubba" and you would start to say very quietly "ba-ba, ba-ba".  You were still trying to figure out how to form words, but then you got the hang of it very quickly and started talking to your toys and General.  Eventually, you started to say "da-da".  Now you hold long conversations with yourself, your toys, General, and me and Mom.  You will definitely be very social, just like your mom and definitely not awkward like someone else you might know.  

You aren't quite mobile yet, but you can easily flip from your back to front.  You no longer sleep on your back.  Within about 2 minutes of going to bed, you are on your tummy asleep.  You are a very good sleeper now!  You also enjoy standing on your own, holding onto something and walking with our help.  I'm willing to guess that you'll be walking around in the next 2 months, then the fun begins!

You are such a joy to be around.  The time we get after work and on the weekends is not enough, but we'll take it.

I love you, buddy!

Love,
Dad

Lessons Learned

Dear Bubba,

I learned two important lessons tonight:

1. As much as you love to hear me sing (I'm being serious about that... I'm not sure why you do, and it surely won't last, but you do right now... promise), you are not amused by me stealing your T-Pain microphone to sing "Part of Your World" at the top of my lungs.  Your dad is not either.  I was chastised.  His lecture and your crying can't stop me, though!  Well, okay, it can.  You better believe the next time you two have male bonding time and leave me alone, I'll finish my song.  Yup.  I might even record it for you to enjoy later.  Yep.  It was my microphone first. :)

2. Mouth fart sounds are funny at any age.  Thank goodness for mouth farts because you totally forgave me for #1 after I pulled that one out of the bag.  I think.  You will.  

It's so hard to decide what the favorite part of my day is right now.  Is it the first smile I get in the morning?  Is it that other smile, the one I get when it registers on your face that I'm home at night?  Is it when we have cooking dance parties with Daddy?  Is it our family reading time right before bed?  This is why I don't like choosing favorites.  That is an impossible multiple choice question.

Love you, little man.

Mom

Thank You Note

Dear Ty,

We all know I love a good thank you note.  The list of things I'd like to thank you for just keep piling up, and it's time you get the thank you treatment.  Just when one list is almost done, I find enough things to start another.  For now, thank you for

• being so darn adorable.  This is not just a looks thing (although it's clear to anyone with eyes that you are impossibly cute), it's an all of you thing.  Daddy and I love every inch of who you are, from the inside out.
• still, despite the zillions of toys you got for Christmas, being fascinated by your own hands.  It cracks me up.  Thanks for thinking my hands are pretty cool, too.  I love that you still find me amazing. 
• giving us good nights of sleep.  We understand how important those can be now.
• keeping your wonderfully good nature.  You have already pushed through one tooth, and we can feel a bunch of others on the verge of making it through.  That can't feel good, but you don't show it.  You are still delightful you.
• your giggles.  You make yourself laugh now.  Sometimes for no apparent reason whatsoever.  This, of course, makes us laugh even harder.  I honestly believe that your laugh is the best sound in the world.  What could be better?
• being a little busy body.  You are fascinating.  You are an explorer, and we know we'll have our hands full once your shifty scooting turns into crawling.  That may be sooner than we even think!
• entertaining everyone over the holidays.  I was thinking about how blessed you are to be loved by so many people.  I hope you know how true that is.  I also started thinking, though, about how blessed we all are to be loved by you.  Truly.
• screeching with excitement and letting your happiness show from limb to limb.  We could all learn a little something from that.  

I wish I had all night to write.  There's much, much more.  However, duty calls (and by duty, I mean you're hungry).  Thanks for letting me finish... kind of. ;)

Love you,

Mom