Tyler

And last but not least, it's my big boy.

Tyler cracks me up.

See? He wanted to try on the oxygen, so I let him put the canula on, without letting any oxygen flow, and he thought it was hilarious. So did I.

He is doing so well at school. He was the student of the month, his handwriting is improving by leaps and bounds, and according to him, he and Hunter are the smartest in his class. Confidence? Check. Humility? Working on it.

He is a great big brother. He loves those babies so much, almost too much. We have had to limit his kissing spots to their feet and tops of heads, not faces, lips, hands, tummies, and so on.

Tyler is also a thoughtful kid. Last week, we drove up to our house, and someone's recycling bin had been turned over and the contents were spread across the end of our street. Tyler ran inside to find a garbage bag and grabbed me to go clean it up. He wanted to make the earth happy he said.

And this last picture is as much to show you how awesome my mom is as what a hoot Tyler is. She spent just over a week here with us. It was wonderful. I had a second adult to help out during the day, the babies were spoiled with loves (seriously, they cried for two days after she left, lucky me), and Tyler had someone to play all his games with. What other grandma do you know that will wear a cardboard circle on her head and play safari in the back AND front yard?

See? We love Grandma. And I love my sweet boy Tyler.