Tyler has developed some new personality traits the past few months in addition to his terrible two routines. He's becoming a climber for sure... He's still pretty obediant though and has kept off of all the restricted furniture. :) I think when the baby comes his big gift will be some sort of climbing apparatus (if we sell the house of course) that can be put outside or brought into the basement during the winter. We've started to learn about obeying and still working on the Jesus loves you thing. He seems confused by the endless Jesus being born stories we read and tell him and the information that there is a baby in my belly. :) He does kiss the baby and is getting better wtih being gentle and not kicking me as much but clearly he really does not get it and I don't expect him to. We dont talk about it much (only when he's being too rough) because it's still so far away and frankly he's just too little. He started to do a crazy dance yesterday wher he basically bounce/squats and runs at the same time stopping occastinally to swing his arms and clap. It's the funniest thing iv'e seen in a while. While I still have no doubt about the sinful nature at birth thing Tyler has reafirmed my faith in the ability for people to have compassion and selflesssness. Tyler's happy sweetness was evident from when he was born. he just always seemed to have a contented and happy look in his eyes and when he started smiling, his whole face smiled- sometimes his whole body! He'd wiggle and sqirm with delight when someone he loved was near and talking to him, later he'd jump and soon enough the running arond and showing off came. Now that he's learning better to speak in sentances he's begun to show concern and compassion. No matter what I'm doing if I make some sort of odd sound or drop anything he comes running and asks me "You alright?" or "You hurt" If I say I have a little owie he tells me to brush it off and gives me a hug or kiss or grin, sometimes all three. Today he drove his train into a door and when it wouldn't go anymore he bent from the waist, cocked his little head and said. "Train. What are you doing? uh oh! You hit door! You okay?" It just was so cute I had to write it down. Last night I didn't feel well and told him I wanted to watch "mommy TV" and he could play by himself or watch with me and he did a little of both. He may not be able to count objects correctly or care very much about sounds and letters, but he's learning and I'm learning too. I love him to bits and I'm so thankful for him, and for friends that I can share the joys of my life with.