Tyler seems to have entered that self-destructive, daring stage that most little kids (especially boys) go through. At least I'm hoping its only a stage and not a permanent way of being. He's standing on things that have no business being stood on, jumping off things that are too tall to allow for a graceful landing, and just being crazy in general. Within a matter of 24 hours he managed to inflict a head wound (that fortunately wasn't deep and didn't require stitches) and chip off a chunk of his front tooth.
Exhibit B: I'm just glad that this is the worst he's done. I know this is mild compared to some kids out there!
Fortunately he's still as sweet as can be and makes up for his recklessness by giving me about a thousand and one kisses a day. He also kisses every kid that will let him. He starts out by hugging them, then he grabs their cheeks so they have no choice, and he plants them one right on the lips. He repeats the process until the child either starts crying or runs away. Surprisingly no one has hit him--I think they are too stunned to know what to do.
You can't really tell from this picture, but poor Jane's cheeks are too small, so half of his hand is on her eye, yet she didn't complain. He does this to girls or boys, tall or short, he's not picky. And when you go talk to him at the end of a time-out session he gives you a hug and a kiss; it's tempting to put him in time-out all day. Also, he says baby cow all the time, but when he says it he uses a high pitched voice and it sounds like "beebee tow". Alright, enough gushing. I hope I've painted an accurate enough picture of just how. freaking. cute. he is.