Daycare For Tyoma

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Pimp My Guestroom

  
Tyoma illustrates his fascination with the number six. Hopefully, I won't find a matching birthmark anywhere...
 
Anyway, I think his love for six  has something to do with his favorite letter X.  He likes the idea that six has an X in it.  I wonder if he is beginning to read? He can point out individual words like six, exit, Lorax, etc. Hmmm. Regardless, he has his stories memorized.  If I skip a sentence in a favorite book, he squirms.  Heck, if I say the words out or order or make up my own story, he squirms. What a memory!
 

  
Oh No! He's using his piercing "Damien" gaze to get me to read Horton Hears A Who for the third time today!

I should mention that for Tyoma's second birthday, Grandma and Grandpa redecorated the guestroom/play room (from New Mexico, even!). Tyoma now has a brand new desk and organizer to keep his 10,000 toys in order. I handmade picture frames for the Klee posters we had hanging about and removed the closet doors for more play area. Yay! Thanks guys!

Help in the Kitchen

Hmmmmm... How do most kids "help" in the kitchen? Do they "cook" on the floor? Clang pots and pans together? Improvise a drum set with a mixing bowl and spoon? Not this little guy! He thoughtfully arranges a cabinet of pans into orderly semi-circles and then replaces everything (in order!) and closes the cabinet door. "A-ha-HA!" he turns to me and exclaims. Five minutes later, he repeats the same exercise, but this time I caught a picture:
 
  When I first  turned around to see what Tyoma was doing and saw these pans, I was astonished. You know the scene in Poltergeist where the housewife is discovering that her house is haunted? She turns her away and suddenly her kitchen chairs are stacked on one another? That's how I felt. It was uncanny.  
Well, spooky or not, he sure seems to have fun! Ah, our unlovely kitchen! Sigh!

My Tricycle

 Good Lord! My son looks like he's ready to join Steve O on a Jackass stunt. Move over Wee Man!
He's really jazzed about his new trike, but doesn't seem to get what to do with his feet.  I'll have to use rubber bands to keep them on the pedals!

Pool Time

Oh, the indignity of a floaty swimsuit! I hoped that the extra buoyancy would help him sit down better (what was I thinking?), but alas, he kept bobbing onto his back! I readjusted the floaters and voila! Now he can play with his floating city endlessly!

The Neighborhood

Here's a shot of the neighborhood that Tennisfiend took before Fontessa went back home. We're the house to the far left. I still can't believe we live in such a GREEN place!!! Where's the cacti, yuccas, tumbleweeds and beer cans? Ah, Las Cruces, I almost miss you!

Goodbye Fontessa!!!

I hesitate to post this, due to the souska, but he still looks pretty cute.  Tanya was a bit tearful before she left, and our delicate little guy picked up on it and needed his souska to say good bye without major fussiness and running around.

Ocean Trip

 What a trip! Tyoma absolutely loved the ocean, but it was more than his tiny mind could handle! I spent most of my time trying to keep him from swimming to England. The little guy is STRONG! And determined.

Fontessa and Tennisfiend took a nice walk while I struggled with Tyoma and the issy-pissy stroller. He has outgrown it enough to be able to lunge his feet deep into the sand. This causes me to catapult forward, tipping the stroller to an angle where he can wriggle free and run laughing to the surf. After the third time, I tipped the stroller backwards and attempted to wheel him away.

No such luck! He was too heavy and the flimsy back wheels sank deep in the sand. And then the seat started to rip. So I picked the entire contraption up and returned to our beach towels.

I think that Tyoma was the most spazzed out kid on the beach.  I watched other toddlers play placidly in the sand or wade in the water, but T would drown his little self.  I guess it takes a few times to get a kid used to the immensity of the ocean.  When you think about it, it is this huge bucket of water that expands across the horizon.  What must his little mind think?  That it is a bathtub? A pool?  It's not as if he could tell us. Tyoma has no natural fear of the water. I fear that if he does get "too wet" he will not want anything to do with the ocean.

We took turns bringing T to the water to play, but it was exhausting wrestling with him.  E did most of the work, while I watched anxiously.  Fontessa was in her own world walking  by herself or with E.  I had to strap T into his stroller when we were finished with water play to keep him from running off. He really needed his baa and souska afterward.

The Indignity

Of a clean face....

Swimmy Swimmy!

  

The weather was so warm today, it was perfect for the pool!  The hard part is putting hot tap water in the pool to balance out the frigid water from the garden hose!

 

It's so funny that Tyoma stated to dump water over his head in the pool.  If you shampoo or rinse his hair, he screams non-stop.  But if you have icy cold water in a bucket he can't dump it on himself fast enough! 

 

I think that we'll be putting a swimming suit on him soon, this warm day was a good time for some birthday suit swimming!