What Happened?

What? Tycho turned two? How did we go from this:



To this??


(I used these pictures in honor of Tycho recognizing my dad in a picture and saying, "Papi!")

On account of birthday number dos, how 'bout I do a favorites list?

Tycho's Two Most Favorite...
T.V. Shows: Barney and Go, Diego, Go!
Books: Ten Little Monkeys and The Nose Book
Songs: Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star and I'm Yours (Jason Mraz... what can I say, it's catchy)
Appendages: his feet!
Drinks: Milk and Apple Juice
Foods: French Fries and Cucumbers (actually, I should say ranch with a little bit of cucumbers on the side)
Sports: Soccer (duh) and Basketball (a new thing, since our apartment complex has a basketball court)
Stores: Books-A-Million (really just the play area in the bookstore) and Toys 'R' Us (given)
Toys: Cars and Balls
People: Mommy and Daddy of course! (off the record, we'd probably cross off Daddy and write in Tycho's favorite friend from church, April)

I have it on good authority (Ruth) that at age two Tycho should know 50 words, so here are 50 words that he says:
bite
more
bottle
cookie
hair
nose
mouth
car
outside
water
feet
toe
hands
head
arm
dog
mommy (my personal favorite)
bubble
eyes
bear
fishy
barney
daddy
color
paper
pants
shirt
teeth
potty
juice
milk
candy
spoon
snack
bunny
monster
green (can say other colors, but green is the only one he consistently recognizes correctly)
book
monkey
bath
push
go
yummy
cereal
jump
ball
trash
shoes
two (he knows that's how old he is and he knows it comes after one)
hat

Wow. That was surprisingly easy and fast to think of off the top of my head.

This past weekend we had almost everyone over. All grandparents, aunts, and uncles came and celebrated Tycho's birthday except Zach (in UT), Rachel (in MD), and Andy (bum). Just kidding about Andy; actually, he had to work. We played soccer, went to the splash pad/park, ate cupcakes, and opened presents (Tycho made out like a bandit). Pictures to come (I hope)--Sarah took all the pictures with her fancy camera.

P-A-R-T-Y?!??

Saturday night was the banquet for all of us Block people that stuck it out the whole season. It was...






















AWESOME!!!

Ruth and I met in McKinney and then drove to Southfork Ranch, home of the fictional J.R. Ewing. We got caricatures, ate a lot, talked a lot, and gambled the night away (fake money, of course).

Date Day!

On Friday I got out of work earlier than usual and Jacob was also done with school. We recognized this once-in-a-lifetime chance to go out alone together and decided to take advantage! We considered going to the movies because we don't get very many chances to do that, but our window of opportunity was pretty limited concerning movie selections, and then I had a brilliant idea.






YES! We went bowling. It was great. Talking, laughing, general good-time stuff, and it was cheap! I had forgotten that bowling is fairly inexpensive. Like $2.00 a game--less than going to the movies (even with matinee prices)! And the best part was...



I totally creamed Jacob.

Doing Taxes Is Seasonal Work

Today was my last day of work. Yesterday was the last day for everyone else in the office. I was just closing up shop today.

It was odd. I got that same sensation I did in high school when it was the last day of school. There are the people that you don't really say goodbye to or "have a good summer" because, well, you're gonna see them all summer. Then there are the people that were your friends, but not really good enough friends to hang out with outside of school (unless through a mutual friend or a party of some sort). What do you say to these people?

Anyway, that was the sensation I got. What do I say to these people? They were nice. We were even friends of sorts. But, let's face it, I won't see them again (except for maybe the 0.01% chance we stick around here and the even lesser chance that I'll come back and work for H&R Block next tax season).

So, we just shook hands, did the whole pleasure-working-with-you thing, exchanged phone numbers with one co-worker (we all know nothing will come of that), and that was it. Goodbye Henry and Richard Block tax services...

Forever.

Maybe.

Indication?

Today I was over at Melody's house, chatting, and one of her friends dropped by. She had her newborn boy with her! Actually, the baby wasn't a newborn, it was almost four months old, but it LOOKed like a newborn because it was a premie and only weighs nine pounds (!!!... when Tycho was four months old, he was closer to 15 pounds). So I got to hold the baby and...

Tycho did NOT like this. He tried to get me to hold him as well (while I was still holding the baby). And then when I said no he started to cry and pointed at the intruder (pour little baby Brody, didn't do anything wrong). Of course this made little Brody cry and I handed him back to his mom. Tycho was very clingy until we went home.

Is this an indication of how future events will play out? I should probably start reading up on how to get Tycho to adjust to a new baby. Oh, the joys of parenting.



p.s. Today was the last day of tax season!!!! I'm happy, but also blah because now I have to get another job.