We celebrated Timothy's first birthday with spaghetti and meatballs and a Winnie-the-Pooh cake. Grandparents joined us for dinner, and we squeezed everyone in at the dining room table.
He's a cute little bugger. Timothy is starting to say a few words: Dadda, Mama, more, and car-car, as in the Woody Guthrie song "Let's Go Riding in the Car, Car." This morning as we sat in the rocking chair, I started chanting rock, rock and Timothy imitated my inflection: gock, gock.
For the past few days he has been obsessed with an apple that he grabbed off the table. He carries it all over the house and babbles to it. I had to draw the line at sleeping with the apple, and he was jawed about that. He can really work himself into a lather, kicking and howling. Then I hand him his apple and he calms right down.
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