knitting gran

Jenny makes beautiful sweaters for Tim. This is a sample of her work.

red head

Some of you have commented on the changing color of Tim's hair. The only red hair that he has left is the old growth on the crown of his head. I've cut it four times now; it was very long and thick on top when he was born. The new stuff growing in underneath is very blond. If he's like his mother, he'll go through several color changes before his hair finally settles. Who knows what he'll do with it once he discovers hair coloring.

stairs

climbing the stairs

We keep gates at the bottom and the top of the stairs to keep Tim off of them when he's unsupervised. He's an expert at going up but his going down skills are still in question. He goes down a short flight, two or three, backwards like a champ, but he's never tackled the whole staircase. He's more interested in going upstairs where Gee Gee and Gramps are than in coming down to where we live. When we go upstairs we open the gate and say 'open sesame.' He knows what that means and heads straight for the stairs. If we forget to close the gate, he goes stealthy silent and climbs them. Once when we left both gates open, I found him at my father's computer banging the keys. He'd opened a dozen or so programs.

learning

helping dad sort out the camping gear

Tim learns much more and much faster than I do, but I AM learning. Apparently, we've been starving the poor boy. He likes his food, but unlike many babies that we've seen, he doesn't LOVE his food. He still prefers to be fed than to feed himself, and when his hunger pains stop he loses interest in eating. However, we've always thought that he was eating enough. A couple of weeks ago, he refused his food at dinner (he turns his head nearly around backwards in his high chair and clamps his mouth shut tight) after eating what we thought was too little. So we let him down to play and brought his meal downstairs with us. Jenny fed him as he ran around,and he ate all his dinner. And more dinner. And a fruit cup. And a tub of yogurt. And another tub of yogurt. It never seemed to end. He ate until he was ready to sleep. And then, guess what? He slept through the night! Since then, we've been feeding him 'on the hoof' every night. He hasn't slept every night since then, but he's sleeping more nights than he has since he was six months old. Last night, he slept from 20:00 to 07:30.

hanging out in the wagon

My sister found this wagon on the side of the road, put out by someone for trash collection. Mom gave it a good cleaning with bleach. We put him in it and pulled him around the house, but he never got too excited about it until recently. Jenny bought a pair of boots while he was here, and he crawled inside the box. She punched a hole through one side, strung her scarf through it, and pulled him around the basement, much to his delight. When the box finally fell apart, she switched him to the wagon. He can now climb in and out of it himself, and he will ride longer than I want to pull. As much as he likes to ride around in it, often with Pooh or another friend, he likes to just sit in it and talk to himself.

this was taken by jenny after the death of the box

breckenridge

These photos were all taken by Jenny while we were at Breckenridge before Christmas.

deciding what to order

helping in the kitchen

enjoying a meal

now that he's walking, he gets more bumps and bruises. the old one is on his left, the new one on his right

playing with grand-da