Timmy Time

This page is dedicated to my first born. I've always adored him and as he's grown, I'm proud of the person he's becoming. He's becoming increasingly independent and I'm afraid he just won't need me before long. Here's some proof.

January 2010
1) At home he's Timmy but on the football field I'm always careful to call him Tim. My grandmother used to call my dad Joey even into his fifties and Dave's will always be Davey to his mother. I don't want to do that to him, but I can see how old habits die hard.

2) When he was 8 I was always referred to as mom and, sometimes mommy when he really needed extra attention. Now I can't tell him anything without getting an "I know MOTHERRRRR" back.

3) A 6pm curfew is "so lame" according to him and he would rather eat his dinner in the playroom where he can watch ICarly. If I don't enforce these rules now, high school will be a nightmare.

4) Pippy, his new guinea pig from Santa has a friend. He didn't want her to be lonely and actually cried the night before going back to school after break because he was going to miss her.

5) I was waiting in the car at the bus stop this morning when Timmy started to walk back to me one minute before the bus was going to come. At first, I was slightly irritated until he handed me one tiny violet flower. The lanscapers had just planted new flowers yesterday and he probably shouldn't have done it, but I don't mind.

Feb.

1) Went walking tonight together and Timmy actually reached out to hold my hand. I can't remember the last time he did that.

March.

1) I was a little late picking the boys up from the bus stop since I ended up behind a bus en route. When I pulled in the drive, Timmy made a point of telling me that I needed to get the garage door up right away, "My penis is going to explode mom." OMG!!!!!!! Under what circumstances is that ever okay to say to your mom? How can he be my child?

2) Once again, Timmy was a little too expressive around me. I was making coffee and when I looked over at the couch in the living room to ask him if he wanted any Cinnamon Toast Crunch, I actually saw it. He was humping the arm of the couch. EWWWW,GROSS!!!!!! Keep it to yourself. We've talked about this! Some memories just can't be erased and that's public property, for crying out loud! Thank God his boxers were still on. I'll need to sterilize my eyes now too. I'm not picking up his socks off the his bedroom floor anymore. Boys are disgusting.

3) Me: "For the love of God boy, is it that hard to throw out your gatorade
bottle? Why do you always leave them piled up in the play room!"

Timmy: "What if God doesn't love you?"

Me: "God loves everyone. We are all his children."

Timmy: "What if someone just gets on his nerves him? I think he loves some

April 2010

1) "Summer breeze makes MY PITS feel fine." He's ruining one of my favorite songs!!!
people more than others?"