A Long Time Ago In A Galaxy Far, Far Away...

... there lived a young girl named Leia.

Leia was a princess by birth but didn't know. Well, she called herself a princess all the time, but she didn't realize she was a real princess.

One day she was walking along and came across quite a forlorn little green guy named Yoda.

Leia decided that someone as cute as Yoda needed a good laugh, so she began her attempts at helping to lighten his mood.

As evidenced in the picture above, Leia succeeded at helping Yoda have some fun. That is, until a man named Han Solo appeared on the scene.

Han introduced Leia and Yoda to a new friend, Chewbacca (Chewy for short). Leia thought Han was the best thing to ever happen to them, but Yoda didn't trust him because he forced them to take a picture with that fuzzy brown thing.

That's when Yoda hired a droid called C3PO to cater to his every need. And his smiles returned.

The end. Happy Halloween 2010 from the Tyson family!

Who's That Guy?

This guy went to work with Ben this morning. His friends are due to arrive from a far off galaxy later today.

Legacy

Is it too early for modeling the proper way... for guiding little hands...


For passing responsibility little by little as they are able...


For molding and shaping, teaching and training...


No, dear friend, it is never too early to begin. It takes but a gentle whisper of the Word, or a bouquet of songs of praise as the day passes. As for our family, amidst earthly traditions which we will cherish together, we choose foremost to begin now in leading our family down the path carved for us by those we love... continuing in a legacy for HIM.

"We will not hide them from their children; we will tell the next generation the praiseworthy deeds of the LORD, his power, and the wonders he has done... so the next generation would know them, even the children yet to be born, and they in turn would tell their children." Psalm 78:4&6


Women Walking With God 2011 is all about Leaving a Legacy! Won't you join us here, in Wichita, to hear the blessed truths amongst 900 sweet sisters? Keep checking our website for further updates - tickets go on sale in November!

*Did you secretly notice that both of my boys had their tongues sticking out in concentration? Another Tyson-man legacy...*

Oh Leap Frog, We Love You!

Q: How does a 2-mth-old baby play?

A: They don't.

It does help to have a few things to direct their attention to other than you, though. Siblings help with that. We also have a fun Leap Frog toy that my sis gave us when Sophie was born. It flashes lights and plays classical music. All my babies have loved it, for about as long as a 2-mth-old can pay attention to something. It gives me an extra five minutes to put on some makeup... some days (although if you read my last post you can see that doesn't always happen).

My older two kids had a great time with this toy when I pulled it back out for Seth. Sophie also did the same thing after Will was born.

Here are each of the kids as babies watching the toy:

Seth:

Will:

Sophie:

Seth really doesn't look like his siblings. It'll be interesting to see if that trend continues.

Letter to Unidentified Mother At Sophie's Preschool

Dear other mother at Sophie's preschool who always looks immaculate and trendy, as if fresh from the runway, at 9:15 a.m:

Let me begin by saying I'm sorry that I am wearing the same pair of grey fleece sweat pants yet again. And yes, this is the same hat I've worn every Tuesday and Thursday morning for the last two months. Oh wait, there was one day that I wore my black hat instead.

I am sure that if I were to ask, you would tell me that you also have five other children at home, ages five and under, and you had no issues with getting them all ready this morning in order to drop off your 3-yr-old at preschool. And yes, I am aware that your child just so happens be wearing a cute little polka-dot backpack instead of a character backpack.

I also have no doubt that during our conversation you would tell me that your house is spotless, including waxed tile and Windexed windows. Your laundry is done, folded, and actually put away in drawers. Your yard is mowed and the flowers in your flower bed are alive.

I cannot think of much I would say in response to this, so I will conclude by saying just one thing: today I wanted to hold my baby while he slept. So I did.

Sincerely,
Kelly

Can't Get Enough of Her Seffy Weffy

(That's Sethy Wethy in Sophese).

The Hippest Baby in Town

Seth is now sporting some fashionable steel-gray hearing aids. After choosing the color, I was informed that this is the color all the teenagers are choosing right now. Perfect! I would fit right in if I were ever deranged enough to want to relive those pimple-and-hormone infested years (am I still talking about high school, or did we switch back to pregnancy?).

Not only is he cool enough to be a 5-wk-old baby with hearing aids, he also happens to have chosen the ever so popular balding-old-man look. If any of my children were going to choose to lose their hair, I'm so glad that Seth opted for the "just lose the hair on the front top" version that makes his forehead rival Frankenstein's. Don't be surprised if we grow a mullet to compensate.

He's a precious Frankenstien if I do say so myself.


Wanna know what's pretty surreal? THIS: