Saturday, March 8, 2008

Snow...Snow...Snow...


Mommies' Favorite Snow Picture


A snowstorm hit DFW...no really it was a snowstorm, and in true fashion of Texans we all turned into indiots as we tried to work our way home. After three hours in the car traveling to pick up Ty from Mrs. Debbie's and get home, we finally had a chance to enjoy the SNOW. All the way home Ty kept saying, "Mommie...__NOW, __NOW". For some reason the "s" sound is one that is often missing from our words. Which can be very comical. Here are a few pictures of us enjoying the never-see-it-in-Texas snow.




Bundled Up...Mittens and All, without ONE complain.




Two Adams Men just Chillin in the __NOW!



The makings of a GREAT Ty snowman.





Watching Mocha run through the snow, thinking of what he can boss her into doing.



I LOVE this SNOW business...


Success...Isn't he CUTE!

Tuesday, March 4, 2008

Mr. Bossy a Ty Update

I am quickly learning about my personality, as it is mirrored in Ty's actions. First, I learned that I talk WAY too much with my hands and I talk REALLY loud. I never thought that this was an unpleasant quality until I saw Ty acting...JUST LIKE ME!

He began by shaking his hand at Jeff, as he told him something of great importance. Then he continued by pointing and shaking his finger, as well furrowing his brow and lowering his voice. Oooops...I thought, as I watched him do this. I quickly began watching my every move and word.

Last night as we were hanging out having our Family Fun Time and winding down from a busy Monday...we learned Ty has expanded his horizons of who to emulate. He is now copying and reenacting his precious babysitter, Debbie.

He very sternly told me, "Mama...MAT". Then proceeded to yell, "Daddy....MAT". I climbed into his bed, and Jeff found a cozy spot on the floor as we pretended to get onto our mats. He then pointed his chubby finger at us and said, "Mama, Daddy, MAT...Night...Night...Minute" and then shut the door. Obviously, telling us to stay on our mats, go to sleep, and he would check on us in a minute.

He then opened the door slightly (because we were giggling) and placed his finger over his lips (sideways I might add) and said, "Ty...Honk (Hank, his good friend) MAT..SHHHHH). Then we figured it out! He must have been reenacting his nap time adventures from that day.

Today he was bossing Mocha around, who has a never ending amount of "ignoring you" just for Ty. He claps his hands, air snaps, and yells her name loudly. Yet, he and Mocha find themselves in constant trouble. As he is running after Mocha bossing her, I quickly unload the car and run thereafter. I find both of them trampling through a gigantic mud puddle in our front yard flower beds. Completely wet, muddy, cold, and ecstatic. Only a boy would have that much fun in the mud with the dog who ignores him. Mocha wasn't having such a great time. She was only trying to get away from Ty.

To say the least he is very good at telling others what to do, and we will promptly start working on consideration (as much as you can with a two year old).