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Thursday, June 11, 2009

Lamenting the Essence of Ty


Easter with Grandma and Grandpa and all of the cousins
Please note Ty


Why is it that when I turn around at a birthday party, Ty is punching the **** out of a life size Hannah Montana balloon? What is to be expected from this wild child?

I recently read an excerpt from a book describing a young child that reminded me of the little leprechaun that we call Ty:

"A relative lull followed while Guy Farne primed his muscles, coordinated his limbs, and secured a few basic necessities in the way of teeth and hair. Then, some three months earlier than expected, he began to crawl and subsequently to walk. Life had now begun in earnest."

Remind me what the importance of being earnest is? And can I pause here to tell you that Ty has turned into one. giant. muscle. He is like an adult man, but 2 feet tall. Everything is solid and tight.

As the character grows, this is how his teacher describes him. Again, note the similarities:

"'He's a devil, Mrs. Hodge,' said Mr. Forster. 'A thorough-going, copper-bottomed fiend in hell.' He embarked upon a recital of the damage that Guy Farne had inflicted in his short time at... School. 'However. . . "

" Martha, lifting her head at the however, was then informed that her foster child had a remarkable capacity for learning; had, in short, more brains than any child that had passed through Mr. Forster's hand in twenty years, and could, in his opinion, win a scholarship to grammar school."

Could we please say that this is Ty's problem? He is too smart for his own good?

Returning to Guy and his foster parent:

"Going out with her rolling pin one day to rescue a neighbor's little boy who was pinned against the sooty brick wall of the shipyard, Martha discovered that the child was warding off not Guy's threatened blows but his determination to explain the second law of thermodynamics; then she knew that the battle was won."

So, apparently what I need is a good rolling pin, and a few more years for him to understand the discoveries of Sadi Carnot.

The other night, the middle of it, to be exact, I was dealing with Ty and his need for (fill in the blank). I finally tucked him in, kissed him and said, "Good night. I love you." He responded, sounding like Walowitz's mother, "You already said that."

I feel like the Hannah Montana balloon - me, Ty and his 1-2 punch.

5 comments:

Annessa said...

I need that book! And, I'm so looking forward to all hte little "muscles" next week. Yes, let's talk on Sunday evening, say, 5 ish...

Grandma Caroline said...

I'm so glad you can talk about it. Ty is an 'old soul' in a little boys body. What you will need to make him into a man you will be proud of and not ashamed of is: Perservance. Pure and simple, the mundane, constant, never ending combination of Love, discipline, encouragement, patience, long suffering, patience, prayer and patience. I always put Ty's name along with yours on the Temple prayer roll when I go. I hope it helps. You are a wonderful mother, please, please keep it up!

Mark and/or Lisa said...

I always love a good Ty story. Sorry to sound insensitive Kate but I'll be sad when he grows out of this stage.

Mae said...

On the day that his first child is born, or on his first Father's Day, you should make a book out of all the stories of his childhood (since they're being preserved as they happen) and give it to him.

Thompson Family Blog said...

Kate, whenever I am feeling lonely after having moved here to Orange, I just read funny blogs. I love your stories. Thank you for giving me something to smile about.

Love and miss you guys,
Shelli

PS your hair looks cute!