Tyler and Carina got together on Sunday afternoon to play at the park. At one point, Carina got on the slide going down feet first and on her tummy, reaching her hands up to the top of the slide declaring "Help me Tyler, help me," as she started sliding down. Tyler giggled and said "Don't worry Carina. I will save you," and got on the slide hands first on his tummy and the two slid down together giggling and holding hands. I'm not exaggerating this one bit. I felt like I was watching a movie it was so staged and their lines were so perfect. Three year olds pretending to be thirty year olds in a cliff-hanger type movie.

Every morning we get dressed, Tyler asks to wear shorts. I hold out his shirt and he asks if it's shorts. Short sleeves, I correct, and hold out shorts saying these are shorts. So, the other day Tyler wanted to wear shorts but it was forecasted to be in the 60s so I told him he had to wear pants. Not one who likes to be told what to do, he stated again that he wants to shorts. Then he said, "Oh wait, let me check." I thought he was going to check the weather, but instead he pretended to hold a phone to his ear and had a pretend conversation that went something like this "Gunnar. Are you going to wear shorts today? No? Ok Gunnar." Then he informed me he wanted to wear pants like Gunnar. Whatever it takes.

Read our sign Wiggles!

We went to the Wiggles Live in concert. Tyler was so excited. Between the anticipation of waiting for this day to finally arrive and the fact that they didn't come on stage until about 15 minutes after the scheduled start time, when the Wiggles finally appeared, he was so beside himself. One of the first songs they sang was a favorite: Everybody Clap (clap clap clap) Everybody Sing (la la la la laaaa) Bow to your partner (bow bow) Then turn around (woo hoo)...anyway at the la la la la laaaa part, Tyler stretched his arms wide, leaned back, and belted out the loudest deepest and most remarkable la la la la las I've every seen. He looked like Luciano Pavarotti all passionate and serious. Our seats were amazing and the show was fantastic. Except for the part when Jeff came walking straight down our aisle and Tyler stuck his hand out for a high five but Jeff dissed him. Shawn and I were so saddened but Tyler busted out in tears poor son. Well, parents we are, we had to use it as a learning opportunity that sometimes disappointment comes our way but we move on. In this case, it was on to the next song.

I was eavesdropping on Tyler talking to Gavin the other day. Tyler was telling Gavin what to do... "You need to listen to me, Gavin, because I am the grown up," he said. "Now put on your shoes and stop your crying!" Yep, sounds just like me.

Saturday was Picnic Day. The anticipation was brutal for Tyler. First of all, I informed him we were going to see Mack and Owen. "At Mack's house?" he would ask. Then I informed him we were going to Davis. "I am Davis," he would say. So I would briefly explain to him that he is Davis because when Mommy and Daddy were younger we met in Davis. Then I tried to conclude the concept by saying it was Picnic Day at UC Davis. "We're going to picnic at Mack's house?" This went around and around for two days. Sometimes he'd get so hung up on it and ask so many questions, we'd go a little crazy. Daddy got the bright idea to change the subject by informing Tyler that the Wiggles are coming on Tuesday. "Today?" he would ask. "Are the Wiggles coming to dinner today?" Wow anticipation is brutal. Whoever gave the advice to just inform the child right before an event was correct. But Tyler's so inquisitive he really wants to know.

Picnic Day was awesome and, weather permitting, we'll go every year from now on. Tyler and Mack did a fantastic job of holding hands and walking all over campus while Valerie and I pushed our double strollers through our Alma Mater. Back in the old college days we never would have thought we'd be where we are now. But here we are; moms of two boys, married to great men, and about to be living in the same town. It all reminded me that life is good!

Tyler loved the arts and crafts and checking out the fire trucks. He wasn't at all scared of the big costumed dalmation dog or of Spiderman in costume which tells me his fear of big giant things like Santa are a thing of the past. He even got to jump in the bouncy house and promptly obeyed when his time was up. What a great behaving little dude he was!

Showing off the masks they made

Mack driving Tyler to the fire

Tyler is struggling with his tenses lately. He asked me today shortly after he went to the bathroom, "Mama do you flush toilets?"

A few minutes later, Gavin was crying and fussing as I tried cramming him into his clothes to get him to school on time. Tyler said "Mama why is Gavin grumping?"

Tyler is into pretending about poop these days. We'll be in the middle of having a normal conversation and Tyler will stop and say "Oh! Wait! I have to get the poo-poo out of my butt." And he pretends to take it out and eat it. Then I get grossed out and he says "Oh yucky look I have poo-poo on my hand." And he pretends to cry. This is so silly. He pretty much does it every night at bath time. He thinks it's funny when I say that's gross, it's funny when I tell him not to do that, everything is so funny to him.

Walking out to the car last night, Tyler noticed big giant piles of this brown tree pollen strewn all over the ground. He stopped and declared "LOOOOOOK there's poop on the ground!" doing his pretend cry again. This was getting the attention of all the other parents picking up their kids. As much as I tried down playing it, explaining it, ignoring it and everything else, Tyler wouldn't let it die. The entire time I was struggling to buckle Gavin in his carseat, Tyler was fake crying, pointing at the ground, saying "Poooooh pooooooh" in his whiney voice. Lord. I forced him to step over it (it really was everywhere) and right then the wind blew the pile of pooh up across his shoe. I cracked up and he screamed. Nice pooh fetish.

Mack and Owen were visiting Sunday. Tyler, Gavin and Mack kept disappearing down the hall. Tyler and Mack were definitely trying to ditch Gavin, slamming the door and locking him out but we wouldn't have any of that. Anyway, while Val & I tried chatting we kept taking turns checking on the wound up boys down the hall. At one point, I thought I heard Gavin crying so I barged into Tyler's bedroom and took a look around to see Tyler sitting on top of his hamper, Gavin standing next to the hamper with his hand stuck in between the lid and the hamper, and where was Mack? Oh yeah, he was inside the hamper. It made me wonder how long that had been going on and how long Tyler would have kept sitting there had I not interrupted his fun.