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.