He gives kisses and hugs on command, will blow lots of kisses every time he says "bye bye" and he snuggles with everything. He has about a million variations of stuffed animals and he often walks around the house with them, squeezing them tightly. In the car, we keep a monkey and immediately upon sitting in his carseat, he'll ask to "snagh" him. If he wants to show us something, he'll reach for our hand or finger and lead the way right to it.
When he says "pleeeeeeeze" he'll give the biggest, cheesiest grin and promptly say "tu tu' (thank you) when he gets what he was asking for.
He still likes for me to carry him when we head out in the morning, so this morning he was pointing out all the things he gets excited about (vacuum, doors, trash, trees) and after I smiled, acknowledging his sightings, he would bury his head into my shoulder and wrap his arms around my neck. Then a few seconds later, raise his head and look for more exciting things to tell me about.
On the way to school, I usually point out every bus, truck and car. But lately he preempts me and exclaims "I see!!!!!!" every time one enters his field of vision.
I know every mom thinks her kid is wonderful and uniquely gifted. I will be the first to acknowledge Timmy's shortcomings--or really--areas he lacks talent, like physical prowess and vocabulary. He is stubborn as a mule. He is a picky eater. He needs baby maternity clothing to cover his large belly. But I can confidently say that he is one of the sweetest, gentlest boys I have met. He takes care of the baby girls in his room at daycare, giving them what he thinks they need or making the teachers pay attention if they cry. He flirts with everyone. He loves to hold hands and snuggle with PJO and I. He will go up to every dog he sees and giggle as they lick his face and try to wrestle him to the ground. And even when he "body slams" us, he is kind enough to give us warning and then gently smother us rather than crushing us under his hefty 33 pounds.
If it weren't for the fact that I just started a job (and PJO telling me he's not quite ready), I would be hopping on the baby making train today. I can't wait to see Timmy love on a baby brother or sister and I can't wait to love someone new as much I love him. But I can wait. So in the meantime, I'm enjoying every single second of Timmy's toddler-hood. And let me tell you, there is nothing like the holiday season when your heart is already bursting with love. Life is good.
PJO sent me this(very blurry) picture when I was working over the weekend before Thanksgiving...it made me laugh because everything in it is SO Timmy. The vacuum that he obsesses over, the tennis racket he steals from my room and swings around the house, his puppy that he snuggles with at bedtime, and of course, his lack of pants!
2 comments:
Aw, that's sweet. :)
i ADORED this post. I can honestly say, so far, every single month has gotten better being a Mom. The more interactive they get, the easier it is to fall EVEN MORE in love with them.
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