So I never did an official “Timmy is 18 months old!” post. He’s now 21 months old, almost 22, but hey, better late than never!
Our Timmy is quite the adventurer. He loves big trucks and equipment. Semis, dump trucks, fire engines, skid steers – he loves them all. Even a pickup truck will bring a squeal of delight as we drive somewhere. I even downloaded some big truck coloring pages for him to color, which were a big hit! But he doesn’t just want to watch the vehicles. He wants to drive them! He loves to get in the driver side of the car or van and push the buttons and steer back and forth. He even tries to put the keys into the steering column. Thankfully, he hasn’t figured that one out yet, but he’s gotten close a couple of times.
Verbally, Tim’s not particularly motivated to move forward. Apparently, his grunts and vague sounds are enough to communicate so he sees no need to give us actual words and syllables. He does “yeah” while nodding his head. He has a number of words, really, but he won’t say them on cue. And he prefers to use sounds instead of words. Tractors are “beep-beep,” cows are “da boooo.” Large equipment all say “Wee-oh” though that really means fire engine. Monkeys are “ah-ah” and so on and so on. He can, however, tell a whole knock-knock joke with his “timmy-speak” which is kind of entertaining. It goes something like this:
T: Nah-nah.
Us: Who’s there?
T: Da-doh.
Us: Daddy who?
T: Ma-ma!
Um…right. But he’s super cute while he says it, so we laugh every time.
Speaking of cute, Timmy definitely qualifies. He’s got a smile that will melt your heart, though it’s a good bit ornery, too. His whole face lights up when he’s happy. And his whole self melts into a puddle when he’s sad. He gives giant hugs, and when he wants your attention (okay, my attention), he climbs up behind me, leans around my shoulder and repeats “Mam. Mam. Mam. Mam.” until I finally go “Timmy, WHAT?” Apparently, he’s figured out that being last could make him less noticed…and he’s compensating now. Yay.
Timmy loves Mo Willems. LOVES anything he writes. He likes to sing “Itsy Bitsy Spider” and “Pop Goes the Weasel” (though another recent favorite was Andy Grammar’s “Keep Your Head Up” – go figure). He does the motions for the spider, sometimes. And sometimes, he’ll sing EIEIO during Old MacDonald. Sometimes. If he’s in the mood. And if he doesn’t think too many people are watching. 😉
He really loves his siblings. Erin is, generally, his favorite. They are both social and respond similarly. But he LOVES doing boy-stuff with Alex. If you’re chasing Alex through the house, so is Timmy. Knocking down towers – he’s in. Running in circles or bouncing on couch cushions – Timmy’s right there, too. He’s pretty sure he’s a big kid. Or about to be…at any second.
Really, Timmy is still jolly and fun. He dances to music, nods along to questions on Mickey Mouse, and asks to watch Curious George all the time. He’s starting to really push his boundaries, so we are definitely into the Terrible Two’s. But we love him to pieces, and we are so very blessed to have that little man in our midst.
Love ya, Tim-Tim!
