It's conversations like these that I wish I could remember forever:
Tyler: "Hey dad, what's that on your corn?"
Dad: "It's a corn holder."
Tyler: "Can I have a corn holder?"
Mom: "No! They are too sharp and dangerous."
(Meanwhile, Dad gets up to get Tyler his own set of corn holders.)
Tyler: "Now Mama has corn holder. Dada has a corn holder and I have a cornholder. Can Gavin have a corn holder?"
Mom: "No, you have to be a big boy to have a corn holder."
Tyler: "Are you a big boy Mama?"

Tyler is learning about days of the week, dates and times. He knows Thursday is Gymtyme day at school, Friday is garbage man day, Saturday is a stay home and play day. He knows his birthday is February 27th and makes sure to tell this to everyone he meets. He knows when we're at the park and I say five more minutes that I will soon say two more minutes and then it will be time to go. Lately we've been talking alot about the sun setting and rising. He is trying to grasp the fact that the sun sets in the evening and rises in the morning. He says "In the nighttime the sun goes down, in the morning the sun goes down." When I corrected today, he then tried saying it right "In the nighttime the sun goes down, in the morning the sun goes blmblml." This is Tyler's newest trick. He uses filler for words that don't come to him. Yesterday he was singing a new song for me. Something about a slippery fish swimming and the getting gulp gulp gulped by a uh uh uh a uh uh blmblumuh. He was shocked I hadn't heard that song before.

Open Mike Night. You can tell he owns the audience by the way he's handling that mike. Mama was inside with Gavin, but Kelly reports that Tyler got up there and sang "Twinkle twinkle little star..." and then the stardom got to him and he said "Mama?" just before they removed him from the stage.

Whenever you put two or more different parent's kids together, inevitably one is worse than the other. This weekend Conor and his parents visited and much to my chagrin, Tyler was the worse one. He coudn't share his toys. He constantly pushed or pulled or kicked at Conor or Gavin. Whatever toy Conor was playing with was suddenly his favorite toy in the world. He whined constantly and even started doing this fake crying without tears. It made me really sympathize with the parents I may have misjudged in the past as I was suddenly looking like the worst parent in the world. The good news is as soon as they left, he turned back to his sweet little self again. Or was it just that my view was biased without a little angel like Conor to compare him against?