Timmy is at a funny age. I'm not sure if it's because he's our only boy or because he's the baby, but man, this kid keeps us laughing. Just yesterday Mya and I were practicing soccer in the backyard and Tim came up on the side of us laughing and pointing in the direction behind me. I turned around to see an arc of pee coming from Timmy in the middle of the yard. We all threw our heads back and laughed. I'm not sure how to deter him from peeing outside, but I figure he'll probably grow out of it.
Also, the other night at the Jazz Festival downtown, we stopped at a new ice cream shop and waited in a booth while Tim got our order. I was talking with Mya and caught something out of the corner of my eye. When I turned my head in Timmy's direction, I saw him attempting to touch the butt pad of a woman's biker shorts. He was less than an inch from poking her when I swatted his hand away and burst out laughing, "Timmy you can't do that. You can't do that!" I mean I totally understood his confusion and curiosity, but you know...the lesson had to be taught, even through laughter.
He's just the funniest, and I'm so glad we have him. He has the best face when he's so sure of something he's saying. He often walks around with his hands on hips, sticking his thick toddler belly out. And when he's in trouble, he knows what to do to get out of it. He just smiles wide with his eyes closed and all of us can't help but laugh and get over our frustration for him.
Thank goodness for babies, and especially baby boys.
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