Tyson is saved from eternal damnation, for now at least. Today he was (finally) baptized. It went really well, he didn't cry once. It's surprising given the fact that a complete stranger was touching him on the head and chest then poured water on his head, all against his will. Wait, he did cry once... when my mom held him afterwards. It seems like Tyson will accept anyone holding him except for my mom. She has the power to make him instantly cry.
That applied to everyone except baby Ty. By rodeo, I mean the Houston Live Stock Show and Rodeo. But we've seen cattle and other farm animals before (Jacob just had a field trip to a farm last Friday) so the agenda was to play games and eat. My goal was to try some of the 2012 Gold Buckle Foodie Award Winners, essentially food that will make you feel like shit later.
Once again, a child (Andrew) is sick in our household. It seems like we can't even go one month illness-free. Kids are full of germs and the way they are, I can see how easily it can be passed from one person to another. They pick their nose. They drool and slobber. Their hand hygiene is horrible. But the one thing I notice that's done incorrectly on a consistent basis is covering one's cough and/or sneeze. This applies to adults too.
At 5 months old, Tyson started eating baby food. Goodbye tolerable smelling poop diapers. Hello nasty, literally smells like shit poop diapers. And more recently, now at 6 months old, he is sitting on his own. My little man is growing up fast but not fast enough. I'm ready for him to be walking and talking but most importantly, potty trained. Oh, and he needs to grow out of his eczema!