*Ty busted all of his golf clubs, so he uses his baseball bat as a substitute when he feels the need to golf something.
Yesterday I was reading a book on the couch, when I looked up and saw Ty bent over this toy, baseball bat in hand. This is a putting green that goes with a golfing Mickey Mouse toy.He was saying:
"No, Ty Guy, don't hit that. It's for Mickey. No, Ty Guy, don't hit that. It's for Mickey."
The golf ball, along with the rest of Mickey's putting green, sailed across the family room. I guess his boyish desire to hit something overcame his own reminder that he shouldn't.
*I hear some variation of this conversation (with himself) at least once a day:
"I want to drive."
"You can't drive, Ty Guy. You have to be 16."
"I'm only 2."
*Ty picks at his fingernails constantly, and when he gets a hangnail, he calls it a "plug." No idea why. I can't tell you how often I hear this: "I've got a plug, Mommy. Let's clip it."
*We almost always listen to primary songs in the car, and recently a very obscure song came on. Ty, in the backseat, exclaimed, "I LOVE this song!"
*Whenever Adam hugs me, Ty immediately pulls at our legs, saying, "I need a hug, too!" When we pick him up and hug him, he always says, "Each person. Each person." ??? Ok.
*Recently Ty was saying his prayers and inserted this comment: "Thank thee for Mickey and thank thee for Handy Manny." We are supposed to thank the Lord in ALL things, right?!
*Two mornings ago, Ty woke up and jumped into our bed with us. Snuggled in between us, I woke up to this comment: "I LOVE my mommy and I LOVE my daddy."
We love you too, Ty. SO, SO, much. You and your brother make our lives so great!