What Will I Be?

A cwazy wabbit?

We are in such a sweet spot with Tyler right now. He is just a bundle of unbridled energy and, for the most part, joy. He cracks us up in the morning by singing (we hear it on the monitor) or talking to himself. He's been known to belt out "Peter Cottontail" at the top of his lungs, or to recite certain phrases and scenarios from his favorite tv shows, like Clifford. We woke up one morning to him talking about "painting his masterpiece" which made me giggle all morning.

I'm an Irish lad!

The Hermosa MOMS Club (which I am co-president of) was walking in the Hermosa Beach St. Patrick's Parade and I wasn't sure if we were going to have time to participate. We had a make-up MyGym class that morning, then I took T over to Rocketship Park to play for a while and I needed to do an open house that afternoon. Getting us ready and to the parade in time was going to be a chore. But, considering his heritage, I had to do it. We rushed away from the park, I took a sprint of a shower, we slapped a shamrock onto Tyler's buggy and raced down the hill. Our group was number 37 and when we got to the front of the parade, they were at number 54 so we zigged and zagged through the parade as best as a toddler and his very pregnant mother could until I decided this was crazy and then we just stopped and watched (Tyler thought he was in the parade for that first part). But, the stoppinig was the best because everyone kept coming up to our little Irish lad and giving him chocolate gold coins, lollipops, cotton candy and all sorts of other sweets. HE LOVED IT! We had to play "parade" for several days afterwards where I have to pretend to give him sweets and he just sits there and waves - not a bad gig if you can get it. Oh, and we've taught him to say, "I'm an Irish lad" and tried to teach him to do an Irish jig, but he's kind of got a dance style that's more mosh-pit than Lord of the dance.

It's good to be king

When not moshing to Mickey Mouse, he will on occasion don his king outfit and pretend to save people. However, this rapidly turns to him being a firefighter and the cape and hat are quickly discarded.

The naked chef

This front photo of our naked chef was the only one I wanted to put online without attracting the child pornographers. It's quite the cute outfit, especially since it gets so hot in his kitchen! Tyto becomes a chef at least 3 times a day and his specialty is usually soup (robber soup, broccolli soup, you name it, he'll make it). Quite often we play waiter (Jimmy from the Ocean Diner) and the chefs and he'll take my order and then serve all our little guys as they eat al fresco on top of the firehouse until a huge tornado or some other (manmade) disaster ravashes the place and knocks everyone to the floor. After which, of course, he becomes a firefighter, then a doctor, then an ambulance driver and finally a grocery store cashier (not quite sure where that one fits in).

Whipped up goodness

At the end of a busy day of pretending, what's better than a spoon full of whipped cream? This is when he usually goes back into the Tyto character and I get to be Mommy again. Sometimes he pretends to cry and I have to give him kisses and sweets to make him feel better. Usually the sweets are pretend, but on occasion, it's fun to hand out the real deal.