My Ty

Just for the record:

This morning.

Me: Ty, how'd you sleep.

Ty: Well.

(who says that when they're not even 2!)

Rob's family came down for a visit and we went to the Conoco Station for burgers--don't be fooled--they're great! We came out and saw a jeep parked right by the door. Ty was so excited. He immediately points and says, "Fo Wee-ya Bus!" (that means 4-wheeler bus). So observant. So clever.

Ty's our little Aryan child. His great-grandpa Haas is German and Ty somehow got all the genes. He loves rotkohl and rouladin. When he used to hurt himself, he said, "Owa" like a Deutschlander, too. Well, I was explaining to Robbie and Ty that my parents are going to Germany this week (my dad served a mission there, but they are going to the wedding of one of our former exchange students). Anyway, I started speaking to the boys in German--just little things so they could hear the difference. I started laughing hysterically when Ty seemed to understand what I was saying. He even waved at me as I was doing introductions. So funny.

And the latest:

"Know why, Mommy?"

"Why?"

"Cuz." (and then he breaks into giggles. He does this like every 5 minutes.)