aviation ethusiast

It appears that we have a future aviator on our hands.

About two weeks ago, Paul played Flight Simulator for the first time in several months. Timothy was mesmerized. Paul put him on his lap and let him operate the throttle and even steer the joystick. After about an hour of playing, Paul shut it down and Timothy was devastated. He cried and pointed at the computer for a good ten minutes. None of his other toys would do. He finally gave up and went to bed. He asks for it every day and remains enthralled while he plays with Daddy and now Neville. Just the mention of the words Flight Simulator, and he comes running.


tim's enthusiasm is contagious


helping daddy fly

santa fe

Tim seemed to enjoy the trip to Santa Fe. He took longs naps in the airplane on the way down and back. At the airports, he was nearly spinning circles trying to point at all the things to see like other airplanes and helicopters and big fuel trucks. He also spent some time looking out the window at the things on the ground when we were low enough and at the clouds as we flew past and through them.


pointing at other aircraft while we taxi


pointing at things on the ground just after take off


listening to the chatter from other aircraft and the tower


on the ground in santa fe

We spent some time in the city center. Tim's old enough and mobile enough that we can let him out of his stroller to run around. His favorite thing to do right now is find puddles and stomp through them.


tim running ahead through the plaza

We spent one morning at Kashe Katuwe, a small canyon about forty miles from Santa Fe. It's also called Tent Rocks National Monument. There's more about it on my blog. Tim wanted to pick up every rock we encountered, so we put in his carrier for the start of the walk. Once the path narrowed, we let him down. He did a lot of walking.


starting out on the trail fresh and awake


hanging out with gramps


exploring the canyon


finishing the walk with a snooze on daddy's back

We took a drive south of Santa Fe on the Turquoise Trail to the village of Cerrillos where Tim road the fence.


ride 'em cowboy

swimming lessons

We signed Timothy up for swimming lessons last month. He went twice a week for three weeks.

The first lesson was a stunning failure. We got there just as the class started, so Paul and Timothy got straight into the pool without any time for Tim to get used to his surroundings. It's a huge indoor facility with lots of noise and action. I didn't get in this but sat on the side to take pictures. Tim spotted me almost immediately and spent the entire thirty minute lesson either crying and clinging to Paul or crying and reaching for me. The following lessons were all successes. We both got in the water with him and got there early enough to give him time to take in the whole facility and slowly get into the water. By the second week, he was putting his face in the water on his own and by the last week, we could lift him off the side in a simulated jump and put him completely under the water. He doesn't like to get water in his eyes, but he never swallowed water or even sputtered.



you can hear timothy crying above the other noises

making faces

Timothy has discovered the fun of glass doors.

paparazzi

molars!


floor hugs


holding his own bottle


eating stuff by the poudre river


playing in a puddle in horsetooth park