kick a ball, play chase

What are Mama and Luke doing?

Mama’s putting Luke to sleep.

I sleep too. I wake up. The sun come up. We go in the back yard. We kick a ball. We play chase.

I’d like to go for a walk too.

Yes. Go for a walk. We go in the back yard. We kick a ball. We play chase.

Tim still loves to play out in the back yard. The following photos are a bit out of date, but they need to be posted. Aunt Melissa brought a cricket set over from South Africa for Tim. He understands about as much about the game as do I. That will change soon enough I'm sure.

Tim has started singing along to his movies. He also sings songs that he's learned from us and at school like "Wheels on the Bus" and "The Itsy, Bitsy Spider." While watching the Jungle Book the other day, he said this:

Who that Mama.

That’s the little girl from the village who comes to fetch the water.

Yes and her name is The Man Village.

You have to know the story well to understand the implications of this, but the feminist movement could have a field day with that. If I ever decide to get my PhD, I have the topic for my dissertation in the bag.

catching falling snow in his mouth

We had our first snow of the season this week, about four inches, and Tim was asking to go out and play in it as soon as he woke up. It was a beautiful, wet snow that you can actually hear falling on the video. He played outside, mostly eating it, by himself for nearly an hour.

tim's stories

My goal for Tim's blog has been for him to eventually take over the posts; now that his language has reached a point where he is dealing with concepts like time and memory, I'm going to start using his words as much as possible. I'll write my words in italics and his in regular print. Eventually, the italics will disappear.


Circle cookies (Vanilla Wafers) are good candy.

The other day, Paul said to him: "Tim, that’s Mama’s Kindle. Put it down please."

No is my suitcase. I go to the airport. Get on a plane. Go and see Gran, Grand-da and Lissa. Bye-bye.

Yesterday was our first real autumn day with dark, overcast skies and rain with a little mix of snow. When Tim got home from school, he said that he was cold, so I put on a sweater that Gran knitted for him. It's a little too small now, but has a helicopter on it, and he loves it.

Gran, Grand-da and the cat made this. Cat says 'Meow, Meow'. I go there.

halloween part three

At last the big day arrived. Paul and I carved pumpkins the night before Halloween and showed Tim how to light them from the inside. Mom gave us some nifty lights that look like flickering candles, and Tim loves playing with them. He arranged and rearranged the pumpkins and other decorations many, many times.

tim had no interest in getting his hands in the pumpkin guts, but he was happy to play with the carving tools

We dressed the boys and headed out into the neighborhood at about 17:30 while it was still light and warm enough that Tim didn't have to wear a coat. Luke rode in his costume in his stroller. It took Tim three houses before he would say 'trick-or-treat' but after that he was a pro.

leaving the house of our neighbor with his treat

We soon saw other trick-or-treaters, many of them about five years older than Tim and dressed in scary costumes. One boy that we kept seeing was dressed in a monster mask and wild hair. He must have been getting hot or tired of it because he took it off between houses. Tim said, "Look, there's a real boy in there."

one of our neighbors decorated the front lawn like a cemetary

chocolate grin

He likes chocolate, but his favorite treat is a sucker, especailly the kind with a tootsie roll in the center. After we finished with our neighborhood, we came home to take our turn handing out candy. Tim enjoyed this as much as getting candy and was very good about putting one in each bag.

The day after Halloween, Tim told anyone who would listen to him this story: "I go trick or treat my whole neighborhood. I give some kids candy out the bowl the sun came down."