Tyler embarrassed me a couple times this weekend. While browsing a great new (and very crowded) store in Elk Grove, Home Goods, he declared loudly, "Mama, I fart." Ahh yes. Well at least he didn't say it grammatically correct so hopefully not all of the ten other people in the same aisle as us understood him. Funny thing was, the more I ignored this declaration, the more he felt compelled to repeat it until I acknowledged it. I did my best to change the subject to the horses and cows we saw at the fair, hoping people would think he said something entirely different (although I have no idea what.)

Next stop was Kohl's where I went shopping for a bra, which Tyler pronounces "Rahbay," making me wonder exactly where he's been learning Pig Latin :)
Anyway, when it came time to emerge from the dressing room, Tyler agreed to stay close to me if I let him walk through the lingerie section to the front to make our purchase. All those bras sidetracked him though. I turned around to tell him to stay close to me just in time to see him removing a bra from the rack, lift up his shirt, and placing the bra on his naked chest. Horrified, I tried to quickly get him to put his shirt down and put the bra back. Too late, these teenagers across the aisle saw the whole thing and were cracking up, and as we walked quickly to the front of the store, I noticed a couple other women snickering too. It was funny as heck but oh so embarrassing.

Tyler and I were painting together. We were taking turns sharing the paintbrush and working on this picture of Ernie. Just in the past couple weeks, Tyler's gotten his colors nailed which is great. He used to label things whatever color name he could think of but it's like one day it all clicked together for him and he's always getting colors right now. Anyway, on my turn I said I was going to paint Ernie's nose orange. Then on Tyler's turn, he said "I am going to paint Ernie's shoes red so now he can walk and he can run."

Tyler is learning the days of the week. I'm noticing him gravitate towards liking Fridays best, just like me. Maybe that's an inherent thing? Or maybe it's because that's water play day.

Tyler is very good at using the appropriate pronouns most of the time. He switches between I, you, he, she, we, us really well, with the exception being he still mixes up they and them. Nine times out of ten, he'll say "Where are them?" which is really no big deal considering how well he's adjusted to the proper use of our crazy English language. One tiny little mistake that he's making which is too cute to correct and actually is an accurate switch of pronouns but still so funny: Whenever I tell him, "Say I love you" he says, "You love me."

Tyler has always been highly verbal. At the moment, he's really into songs. It's wild how quickly he can memorize the words to a song. With Grammy Dee, who has a song for everything, having just visited, I discovered that Tyler knows more songs than I thought he did and that Tyler can learn a song after hearing it just three times...then he'll sing it for us three hundred times. But Auntie Kari taught me a couple years ago to teach the kids to spell their name so that if they ever get lost and nobody can understand what they are saying when asked what their name is, at least they can sing it. Tyler's song is to the tune of B-I-N-G-O because that's how original I am. Somehow last weekend in Santa Barbara, Jordan started singing his song's name, which is far more creative than Tyler's, and it immediately got Tyler's brain going as he dug deep into those synapses to find the words to his name song which I taught him about four months ago but haven't sung since. T-Y-L-E-R, T-Y-L-E-R, T-Y-L-E-R Tyler Davis Curt. He points his finger as he enunciates every letter. That was an awakening moment for Jordan. He turned to his mommy and said "Hey, Tyler's name is Curt too!" I could almost see the light bulb turn on over his head he had made such a brilliant discovery.

Tyler is all about names at the moment. This morning while getting him dressed I told him "You are my pumpkin." To which, he said back to me "You are Lorelei?" (he pronounces it Lolei) "And Dada is Honey?" Yes, that's right. You are pumpkin, I am Lorelei and Dada is honey. What strange names we Curts have.