Tim. Nineteen months and 4 days.

I missed the nineteen month mark for Tim, so I’m celebrating his nineteen-month-and-four-day-i-eth.  It’s worthy of at least noting, isn’t it?

And how could I pass up the opportunity to post pictures on the joy of drinking the cereal milk/strawberry juice/melted ice cream from the bowl.  Straight from the bowl.

I should also note that he’s stringing together complete ideas.  For instance, at Grandma’s last Tuesday, Anna was playing a computer game and Tim was feeling that he wasn’t being given an opportunity to participate.  He came to the kitchen, and in his sad Tim voice said, “Anna.  Puter (that’s computer).  Game.  Tim’s turn.”  Heh.  He’s a smart cookie that little man.

Happy Birthday Brad!  Tomorrow (2/8).  Which, for many of you, is today.