This was Timothy's first time helping.
Finished product
Please pardon the smooshed border. It was asking a lot out of Timothy to expect him to sit there without touching the biggest "keekee" he's ever seen.
Saturday, December 17, 2011
Cookie
We went to the mall today and passed up the overpriced, albeit adorable, penguin cookie Paul really wanted. I convinced him that we could make one at home. It was not as adorable, but the pictures and memories were way cuter than buying one from the Great American Cookie Company. I think Paul was satisfied that we did indeed make one "just like it." And this way he could lick the beater.
This was Timothy's first time helping.
Finished product
Please pardon the smooshed border. It was asking a lot out of Timothy to expect him to sit there without touching the biggest "keekee" he's ever seen.
This was Timothy's first time helping.
Finished product
Please pardon the smooshed border. It was asking a lot out of Timothy to expect him to sit there without touching the biggest "keekee" he's ever seen.
Wednesday, December 14, 2011
Since Then
This should catch everyone up as far as relevant pictures since the last post until the present time. I also wanted to take this opportunity to let everyone (and my future self) know what Timothy is doing these days.
He's an absolute doll. He's starting to talk. He says several words. His favorite is "dowwwn." That one is pretty versatile. His "no" has gotten much more polite. He just shakes his head and says, "No," in a really pleasant voice if you ask him if he wants something and he doesn't. Probably the cutest word he says is "Keekee" which is, of course, the word "cookie," but it's come to be used for everything from cinnamon rolls to candy bars. And it's precious to hear him pronounce the word and get sooo excited at the prospect of eating a keekee.
He's beginning to hold his own with Paul, and they seem to be just barely starting to occasionally play together to their mutual enjoyment. Every now and then.
One of the cutest things he's doing these days is totally loving camera time. You put a camera in his beak, and the kid cheeses it UP A STORM. "Timothy, smile!" "Eeeeeeee!" and he scrunches up his little face. It's adorable.
He's semi-obsessed with the fact that his feet stink. Or at least that we act like they do. Now almost every time I change him, he'll hold his legs up in the air and say, "Bee" or "Beet" trying to get me to sniff and say "Pew." F's and T's are not quite there yet. Hence, "Bee" for feet or teeth.
He loves helping with the laundry. I've got to get a picture. He's meticulous about stuff going in the basket, but lately, he's realized that it's extremely helpful for him to take stuff out of the laundry basket and put it directly in the dryer. So, I have to be careful starting the dryer that I don't leave dirty clothes in there. Sometimes I'll get stuff out of the washer and let him put it in the dryer. Once he has everything, he carefully closes the dryer door so we can start it up. He does similar things with the dishwasher. Lots of times I'll be loading or unloading dishes, and he'll come up, shove the rack back, and shut the dishwasher like, "How does this thing keep getting left open."
Anyway, here are the pictures.
He's an absolute doll. He's starting to talk. He says several words. His favorite is "dowwwn." That one is pretty versatile. His "no" has gotten much more polite. He just shakes his head and says, "No," in a really pleasant voice if you ask him if he wants something and he doesn't. Probably the cutest word he says is "Keekee" which is, of course, the word "cookie," but it's come to be used for everything from cinnamon rolls to candy bars. And it's precious to hear him pronounce the word and get sooo excited at the prospect of eating a keekee.
He's beginning to hold his own with Paul, and they seem to be just barely starting to occasionally play together to their mutual enjoyment. Every now and then.
One of the cutest things he's doing these days is totally loving camera time. You put a camera in his beak, and the kid cheeses it UP A STORM. "Timothy, smile!" "Eeeeeeee!" and he scrunches up his little face. It's adorable.
He's semi-obsessed with the fact that his feet stink. Or at least that we act like they do. Now almost every time I change him, he'll hold his legs up in the air and say, "Bee" or "Beet" trying to get me to sniff and say "Pew." F's and T's are not quite there yet. Hence, "Bee" for feet or teeth.
He loves helping with the laundry. I've got to get a picture. He's meticulous about stuff going in the basket, but lately, he's realized that it's extremely helpful for him to take stuff out of the laundry basket and put it directly in the dryer. So, I have to be careful starting the dryer that I don't leave dirty clothes in there. Sometimes I'll get stuff out of the washer and let him put it in the dryer. Once he has everything, he carefully closes the dryer door so we can start it up. He does similar things with the dishwasher. Lots of times I'll be loading or unloading dishes, and he'll come up, shove the rack back, and shut the dishwasher like, "How does this thing keep getting left open."
Anyway, here are the pictures.
Thursday, December 8, 2011
Myrtle Beach 2
Then the rest of the family came.
Yeah. That actually is an oyster dipped in hot sauce.
Cousin Mitchell works at this aquarium and got us all free tickets. It was great!
Family Picture
Mini Golf!
Timothy probably won.
Yeah. That actually is an oyster dipped in hot sauce.
Cousin Mitchell works at this aquarium and got us all free tickets. It was great!
Family Picture
Mini Golf!
Timothy probably won.
Myrtle Beach 1
Right after we got back from New York (after a trip to Montgomery, Alabama), we took a vacation to Myrtle Beach--North Myrtle Beach, Paul would want me to clarify. The other Crockers joined us later, but the first day, we had our own little time at the beach.
Timothy was just beginning to say some words, and he kept repeating "Bee. Bee!" for beach as we got ready to leave. He continued saying, "Bee!" as we got in the golf cart and drove to the "beach part of the beach." (Paul informed us that the whole vacation was at the beach, and that "most people" use the expression "beach part of the beach" to refer to the actual water and sand. That was good to know. We had somehow missed the way most people refer to that location.)
We got settled in a spot on the sand. Timothy was a little weirded out, but he kept tentatively saying, "Bee? Bee?" Then we took him to the water. It was cold. He got his little feet wet and didn't seem thrilled over how this bee thing was turning out. Then a larger wave came and actually got his tummy wet. His happy little "Bee! Bee!"s turned into a wail. "Beeeeeeee!" So he and I went back to our spot on the sand while Paul and Daddy played near the water. I asked Timothy, "Where's Paul?" He happily pointed their direction by the ocean and announced. "Bee."
As we sat there on the beach (part of the beach), the tide came (is it out or in?) closer to us. This created a calm little pool for Timothy to play in. So he got in his water time after all.
Timothy was just beginning to say some words, and he kept repeating "Bee. Bee!" for beach as we got ready to leave. He continued saying, "Bee!" as we got in the golf cart and drove to the "beach part of the beach." (Paul informed us that the whole vacation was at the beach, and that "most people" use the expression "beach part of the beach" to refer to the actual water and sand. That was good to know. We had somehow missed the way most people refer to that location.)
We got settled in a spot on the sand. Timothy was a little weirded out, but he kept tentatively saying, "Bee? Bee?" Then we took him to the water. It was cold. He got his little feet wet and didn't seem thrilled over how this bee thing was turning out. Then a larger wave came and actually got his tummy wet. His happy little "Bee! Bee!"s turned into a wail. "Beeeeeeee!" So he and I went back to our spot on the sand while Paul and Daddy played near the water. I asked Timothy, "Where's Paul?" He happily pointed their direction by the ocean and announced. "Bee."
As we sat there on the beach (part of the beach), the tide came (is it out or in?) closer to us. This created a calm little pool for Timothy to play in. So he got in his water time after all.
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