A late wake-up this morning. So late, in fact, that Daddy thought someone (Grandma or Grandpa) had stayed home from work and woke up with Timmy hours earlier. It was not to be, though, and Timmy just slept in until 8:20.
Timmy's canines are coming in. The one on this upper-right is starting to poke through. The other three all have bumps under the gums, and won't be too far behind.
Timmy's piano fascination has shifted from looking at the piano wires to playing with the pedals. This makes playing especially difficult. But whatever floats his boat.
Timmy's picking up some pseudo-words here and there. 'Bup' = Up, 'Bap', I think, is 'Bath'. Banana is an easy one, now- he's got that down. Four more words to teach him, and I can safely say he's not "behind" in his language skills when 18 months comes around.
Daddy cleaned snow off the pond ice yesterday- so long as the freezing rain we're supposed to get tonight doesn't chop it up, it should be pretty nice for skating this weekend.
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