A few of my favorite's from the past...

• One of the small presents under the Christmas Tree is wrapped in shiny silver paper.  Tyler immediately says, "Ty-Ty's birthday cake," and starts licking it.  Sorry Grandma Karen--your present has some extra love!  
• Holding a basketball and wearing nothing but socks, Ty yells down the stairs at "you kids" and tells them it's his basketball. (No one else is here.) I ask him who he's talking to and he looks and me, scrunches his face, and annoyingly says, "ah, what now Mom?"
• Ty throws a couple of pieces of cereal on the ground and says: Mama pick them up. Oh my little friend, challenge accepted. I already know who wins (me)!
• I may or may not have popped a tiny pimple between my eyebrows this morning.  Tyler is sitting on the potty (doing our big kid business, yay!!) and he says, "oh no, Mama what's that?"  I tell him it's a little ouchie and he says, "Dada push Mama and give her ouchie."  I do my best to keep a straight face and assure him that Dada did not push me.  He then gives me a stone-cold look and says, "No, Dada push Mama back and give her ouchie."  It was a lot harder to keep a straight face the second time, but I again assure him Dada didn't push me.  I quickly walked away then so I could laugh.  This little story tells me that this little man's imagination is going to be big!                                             ****DISCLAIMER:  My husband does not abuse me in any way.  He does not push me, he does not shove me, he does not kick me, he does not degrade me.  Anyone that knows me knows that I would have a lot to say about something like that.  :)****
• I just witness my 2-year old son try to do a Jillian Michaels workout video. Let's just say he's not a pro at his kicks and jumps. 
• Tyler pees his pants. I say, "I'm so sad. We don't pee our pants, we use the big boy potty." Tyler's response: "Mom, don't cry. Be a girl and don't cry."
• Driving home from church we see a ton of geese and Mitch (aka Dada) comments on them all. Ty's response? Takes off one shoe and one sock, points his sock out the window, makes shooting noises, and says, "goose, come here, I shoot you."
• A few minutes after I lay Tyler down for nap, I hear him playing. I think (hopefully) he will lay down in a bit... A few minutes later he comes out of his room in a Wildcat stocking cap that he had to dig through his closet find. I take the hat and lay him back down… A few minutes later I hear him again. This time when he comes out he yawns and says "Ty-Ty wake up. Good nap mama."

These are just a few (when I say few, I seriously mean a few, everyday there are at least 10 things I want to tell the world)...a fast preview of what's to come!