On January 1, 2007, I woke up at 7:00 a.m. with a surprise. My water broke, and I was 2 weeks early. We took Will and Emma to the neighbors and we were off to the hospital. We checked in at around 8:00 a.m. and preceeded to hang out in the hospital all day watching football. Little Mr. Tyler wasn't really ready to come, but for some reason things were set into motion for him to need to come. By about 9:00 p.m. Tyler was born. 7 lbs. 13 oz. Beautiful, healthy baby boy.Tyler: We love you! You are the baby of the family, but for sure aren't going to be the littlest. Your calves are already set up to be a great athlete, they are huge! You're smile is huge and amazing. You give the best loves and you have two voice tones, loud and louder.
Although you appreciate the sugar and spice that makes girl's nice, you also do your fair share of wrestling and being rowdy.
At age three: You are potty trained (yahoo), you are a good eater, and you just got your first bike and scooter. Because of your Jan. 1 birthday, you get to stay in nursery one more year (everyone loves the big man on campus.) You will start pre-school in the fall and I feel that swimming lessons are on the menu this summer. You are growing up so fast and you make our family complete.
Love you to the moon and back my little Ty Ty!
