I love the way he wakes up in the morning and after his nap. I hear his happy babble and I know there's no rush to go in there and get him. He loves when one or the other of his sisters goes in there and plays with him. He lines up toy cars and trains on the crib rail, one of the girls will climb in the crib with him and cover him up with the blanket, and they'll play all sorts of silly games. After a little while I go in there and see his bright happy face. He looks like he's hosting a little party and he'd be happy to stay in his crib and enjoy the attention of his sisters all day long.
At some point in time his eyes changed from green to hazel without me noticing. His grandpa pointed it out as soon as he got a good look at his face. He said, "Let's see, Timmy, what color are your eyes?.. I think they're hazel like mine!" I had to take a few good looks myself, but sure enough, there is a little bit of brown mixed in with the green. I got as close as I dared with the camera to take a good picture of his eyes. I put him in a trance by singing the "Elmo's World" theme song so he'd sit still. That boy loves his Elmo!
He also loves to point out actual cars and trucks, and he loves big trucks. Tim Sr and I were talking about how we are going to have to get a car seat for Tim's truck so he can ride in it. It would seriously make his day. We've been too cheap to buy car seats for the truck to this point.
He laughs when he toots. And he toots a lot. Almost as much as Annie.
If you ask him where something or somebody is and he doesn't know, he does this:
|Where did Sissy go?|
He nurses just twice a day now. When he gets up in the morning he's too busy to be interested. I can barely get him to sit in his chair for breakfast. So now we've taken another step toward weaning, and it makes me glad and a little sad at the same time. Mostly I am happy that again, I have a child who will be gradually and easily weaned.