Ty's language exploded in the last few weeks and the connections his little head puts together make me laugh. All week, we've been talking about Easter and what it means to us as Christ-followers. I mostly get blank stares when I tell him stories so I really don't know what he's retaining or understanding.
This morning, I jumped in Ty's bed, told him how madly in love with him I am and asked if he remembered what we're celebrating today. He promptly asked for daddy.
"Ty, daddy's still sleeping. Do you remember what mommy told you about, today? It's Easter."
"Yes. When you see people today, you should say, 'Happy Easter'."
No. Happy Easter.
Okay, whatever. Do you remember who we're celebrating today?
"No, Ty. Daddy's sleeping. We're celebrating Jesus. He died for us...but then rose again!"
Then. With the most concerning look I've ever seen from a two year old, Ty asks. Mama...Jesus go?
What do you mean, Ty? He died, but then he rose again.
Very matter-of-fact like Ty reiterates his point. Mama, baby Jesus go?
Ohhhh...you mean baby Jesus from your advent calendar? We packed him away with Christmas.
I had a dozen variations of this conversation, today, when Ben, finally, said, "Honey. I'm not sure we're communicating well, here. Maybe telling Ty we pack Jesus away until next year, isn't the best idea!!"
That made us both laugh.
At bed time, when Ty asked about baby Jesus for the upteenth time, I promised we'd fish him out of the closet so that we could celebrate him all year long, without question!
From our family to yours, Ty says, "Happy Burr-thday!!"