He's still not a talker, but he uses lots of body language. He shakes his shoulders "no" when I ask him if he wants something, and he wants me to keep guessing. He points and says, "Mm?" waiting for me to figure out what he wants. It's kind of annoying because I know he knows some words -- use them, Timmy!
He now says the following words: "dis," "dat", "yay", "uh-oh," "car," "go," "woof", "rawr", "bo-bot" (robot), "juice," "cuk" (truck), "car", "pe-boo"(peek-a-boo), "bye-bye", "hello", "poo-poo," "bowl", "tuh-tuh" (turtle), "cheat" (treat), "ball", "cheese", "more", "Elmo" (and that's funny b/c we don't watch Elmo or Sesame Street here, but we have an Elmo couch in the playroom.), "light", "bubble," "duck," "eye." It's still just a single word here and there mixed in with the gibberish, but I'm definitely seeing progress.
He hates being strapped into things. Running errands is not fun. I have to wrestle him into his carseat after every stop, and it is really hard. Timmy has a strong core and an even stronger will. He arches his back and twists his entire body as soon as I put him in that carseat. I have broken nails from trying to get him strapped in. I've had to drastically limit the stops I make on Tuesdays and Thurdays while Annie's at school. Maybe I just go to Target or Harris Teeter once a week if I really need to. It's so much easier to just go home until he's out of this phase. I use more fuel but oh well. He also hates being dressed and having his diaper changed. I'd forgotten how hard it is to care for a toddler. Come to think of it, I'm sure it was never this hard with his sisters. They would fight me on being buckled in sometimes, but not every. single. time.
He is fascinated with eyes, mouths and noses. He'll point at his own and at mine and wait for me to say the words. I'll sit there saying, "Eyes.. mouth.. nose.. mouth.. eyes.. mouth.. ouch, my eye!" for 10 minutes at a time.
|I asked Timmy if I could take a picture of his ear, hoping to get a side profile. He thought I meant for him to show me where his ears are.|
Annie always wants to do things to "help" Timmy because she likes being bigger than him and being in charge. One day I heard Timmy crying in the really shrill way that means he's in pain or afraid. I rushed up to the playroom and found Annie trying to pull a shirt off him, but it was stuck on his head and he was trapped inside.
You could probably tell that Timmy got another haircut this month. Tim thinks he looks a little dorky, and it's more of a bowl cut than last time. I took him to the same barber as last time, and asked for the same thing as last time. I don't know anything about boy hair. I thought it looked cute. But I will agree that it does look better once it's grown out a little.
Delaney brought home a book from the library about orangutans, with real pictures. I've never seen Timmy react to any book with so much enthusiasm. He gasped and shrieked and yelled as he looked at the furry primates, as if he were greeting old friends. I was sorry to see that book go back to school today because it's so much fun watching Timmy look at it.
I couldn't pick my favorite picture of Timmy right after his nap, so I made this nifty collage. I love the one of him going, "Rawr!" through the bars. I was like, "Yikes, don't let the beast out!"