It is hard to believe that two and a half years have passed, since Tyler was born. The time has gone by so quickly, as so many moms warned me it would. The late night feedings are a faint memory, I hardly remember the teething and diaper rashes. It seems so long ago he sat up first the first time, finally started to crawl, and looked at me and said "momma." The newness of his sweet little personality has been long replaced by the loudness of his big boy ways. Now he is running laps around my house, he screams "mommy" all day long, he tickles and loved to be tickled... he loves worms and dirt and anything wet, he is all boy! He is in the middle of the Two's- Training Two's- that is what we like to call them. Each emotional response he has, is another opportunity for him to be trained and me to be sanctified. Every time he calls my name, is another moment for me to remember the joy in serving him, training him, and loving him. One of the final markers that mak...