About as heavenly as you can get

Jon Schmidt has done it again and given us something glorious. Not only does his new arrangement combine my three most favorite instruments in the world, piano, cello, and voice, but gives us an arrangement of Viva La Vida, by Coldplay, one of my favorite songs, and Love Story by Taylor Swift (which is pretty enough). You can bet that I will be buying the sheet music for piano and cello just as soon as it is off the press. Check it out.

Tyson Says

It's pretty funny listening to Tyson learn how to speak and put together sentences. Lately he's been coming up with some that really express his feelings and imagination.

"I'm going to run away to town." I'm sure that boys said this in 1909 Tyson, not in 2009. He's obsessed with "town", wherever that is.

"Hi dog, how are you doing? Where are you going? Are you going to the store?......" I love how he talks to animals. He especially likes to talk to birds and then roar at them like a dinosaur. Don't ask me.

"Dad's name is Dustin, not Dusty, and Mom's is Jess, not Jessica." He's pretty adamant about it.

" ABC QRS XYZ!" You're missing a few buddy, and you get progressively louder on each letter ending with a whollop that scares people.

I ask him any random question, "....Because I can't want to, or.....Because I don't like it, or.....Because". I'm thinking his favorite word is because. He likes to explain himself whenever necessary.

Whenever I mention a member of my family, Tyson lists each and everyone. "Grandpa, GJ, Sara, Lauren, Cubby, Kiki, Willy" I guess they are a package deal. Sometimes a Megan, or a Kendra, or Paloosa (Melissa) sneaks in there. I suppose I should claim them as family as well. :)

it looks like we have another bookworm in the house

A couple of months ago, after the transition from crib to "new bed", Tyson inserted a new item into the nightly routine.  We did all the usual; have a bath, put on jim jams, brush teeth, read stories/sing songs, family prayer.  After we had tucked him in for the night, perhaps 10 minutes later, I noticed that Tys had turned the light back on. He had made no sounds to alert me.  In fact he was quiet as a mouse.  No toy playing, no jumping, no typical Tyson silliness.  Set on stopping this occurrence from ever happening again, I prepared myself to be stern and opened the bedroom door.  What I saw stopped me in my tracks and melted my little book loving heart on the spot.  Tyson was surrounded by books.  They were all over the bed, on the floor, and he looked up at me with the sweetest smile and said "I'm reading Mom".  I told him he could read for a few more minutes, turned on the lamp, and later put him down for the night.  This has happened every night since then.  He reads quietly and goes to bed without a fuss.  I love it.  I can empathize with him having myself spent many a night reading into the wee hours.  I hope he always is filled with the insatiable desire to lose himself in the written word.  So many adventures, love stories, and truths await him in books.

It's a good life

Planting

Greeting

Graduating (little sis)

enjoying

celebrating

watching

teasing

blooming

walking

loving