love actually: The T Man

So Tommy is a very busy boy. He'll be three in March...THREE!!! I can't even believe it. It goes by so fast. He's growing like crazy through pants, shoes, jackets, everything. It's hard to keep up. The stories only get better as he gets chattier so I'll probably share a few. The end of Christmas was a great one. Also, the accident story is a classic. Everyday there is another more entertaining event. It used to be cute just because he was such a mimic. He'd repeat everything in that little voice. Now it's so hilarious because he comes up with his own material. I don't know if I can make a list of Tommy's magical milestones like Finn's but I'll think of something. He is obsessed with the Cars movie. Ask for it day and night. Loves "hockey skating" I have this awesome video of him, but it's trapped inside my blackberry and I didn't shoot it in the right format for MMS so I guess it might just have to stay there, but I'll try again with a different one, but basically he can skate by himself, and when he falls (which is a lot) he can get up on his own, too. He likes to skate "faster, faster," with his daddy, but knows how to go in a circle by himself. It's pretty cool. We've only been maybe three or four times this year, so I'm amazed at how quickly he picked it up. My mom took some video that included me skating a little, and let's just say, Tommy's better than I am! He loves to help, loves his brother, and all and all is a pretty awesome kid despite the stand-offs that develop between and adult and a 2-almost-3 year-old. Okay, the stories.

The accident story goes; Tommy goes tearing into the bathroom (sometimes when he waits too long he goes a little while he's trying to sit down and when this happens he always says the same thing, "I made a mistake.") Well this time, judging by how fast he was running and by how long it had been since he went, I turned to Greg and said, "I'll bet he has an accident." Not two seconds later we hear, "Uhm, mom? Don't freak out, okay? Just don't freak out." Then he says, "I made a mistake, okay? I just made a little mistake." I was laughing super hard, and come into the bathroom to find the kid laying on the floor with his pants stuck around his ankles, and pee everywhere! That was classic. Greg says what's mostly funny is how casual we are about urine these days.

The end of Christmas story, goes a little something like this. Tommy was a little sad when I took the decorations down but it was really not a big deal in terms of how dramatic the kid can get. But the next day he comes into the living room to see me pitching the Christmas tree off of our apartment balcony. When I turn around and come in, he has this look of pure horror on his face. He looks and me, then runs to the window and looks out, face pressed to the glass. "Mom, what. are. you...how could you?" he cries. Then he runs away to his room and sits on the edge of his bed with his head in his hands. When I come in, he looks up and says to me, "I just can't believe it's over."