I was scarfing down half a large Domino’s BBQ pineapple/chicken pizza this time four years ago. I had just delivered my second child, a boy.
The first time his big brother saw him – was magic. My 2 1/2 year old son lit up like Christmas looking at the new addition. I could live in that moment forever.
My husband and I struggled on a name for months. So, naturally, we asked Facebook friends for recommendations.
We got a long list of really great names, some that I had on my personal list.
and still nothing felt – right.
Then, my father-in-law wrote that he had a dream and in his dream he was calling a little boy, “Tyler, come here Tyler.” and that he thought that was what we should name him.
So, we got the first name from my father-in-law off a poll we conducted on social media.
The middle name was taken from Porter *Rockwell – a close friend and bodyguard to Joseph Smith Jr.
It was a long pregnancy, lots of heartburn and I was so happy to finally meet that boy.
He looked like a caveman from the instant I took him into my arms (I guess that’s just me saying, “he was super masculine looking.”
Aside from his sensitive stomach, he was a gentle fellow. Slept like a rock right away. I thought, “if this guy stays this way forever, I have it made.”
When Tyler was four months old I got pregnant with his little sister and that was hard, for both of us. It wouldn’t be long before he had to share his mommy.
from the age of 18 months to about 3 months ago it was a struggle. I’ll be honest, I think for a few years, he resented me.
He was anxious/clingy, whiny and until about 3 months ago – I would tell that boy, “I love you so much” with no reaction from him.
It was music to my soul the night he returned my sentiments – he squeezed my neck – and said, “I love you so much mommy.”
Tyler loves making music/make noise, he loves his family, he loves to eat beans.
Beans are his absolute favorite food.
Boy, you make me laugh.
LIFE GONE RURAL 