T

T is the man. He is big and he is handsome. And he is jolly. Right now he is really into rolling arond on the floor, then laying on his back, kicking his legs like crazy and giving a big smile.

He's also been banging on my walls with anything he can get his hands on.
And... when he doesn't want something, particularly food related, he just throws it away.

And he is an Olympic-class complainer. As in, we use the same remote to turn on music and the TV. Tommy is completely up on this. So, if I use the remote to put on some Sesame Street music, he lets out a string of fantastic whines and groans and moans because he would much prefer the TV. He also gets particularly upset when his refrigerator door latches and he can't get it open again.

Tommy LOVES to "read"; he spends a lot of time opening his books, kissing the pages, raising them up to near worshipful height, turning the pages and then sucking on them a bit for good measure. He particularly likes those "touch and feel" books.

And then just today he kept trying to stick a plastic carrot up Anna's butt. Sigh...