amburke2
02-28-2009, 11:58 PM
Today Timothy would be 14 months old. That seems like an odd age for me to find significant, but for some reason I do. I've been thinking a lot about what he would be doing at this age...toddling around, getting into things, banging on pots and pans, wanting to be up and running around playing long before a respectable time in the morning to do so.
His bed would be in the room I'm in now, so I certainly wouldn't be on the computer. We would have decorated his room with an animal motif, so I think he would make a lot of animal noises.
He looked so much like his daddy, I think he would have taken after him and talked long before he walked. Our little house would be filled with words in his baby voice and squeals of laughter.
I picture him with chubby cheeks, hair that curled in the places where it was a little long, and tall for his age. I imagine he would like lots of different foods and would have a penchant for falling asleep in places that were not his bed. I think he would like "playing" video games with daddy. I would e-mail pictures of him to grandparents in other states so they could try to keep up with him, and I'd tell "amusing" stories like the time he dropped my keys in the toilet.
I don't know if it's a good thing or a bad thing to see so much future in the past. In things that won't ever happen. Sigh.
His bed would be in the room I'm in now, so I certainly wouldn't be on the computer. We would have decorated his room with an animal motif, so I think he would make a lot of animal noises.
He looked so much like his daddy, I think he would have taken after him and talked long before he walked. Our little house would be filled with words in his baby voice and squeals of laughter.
I picture him with chubby cheeks, hair that curled in the places where it was a little long, and tall for his age. I imagine he would like lots of different foods and would have a penchant for falling asleep in places that were not his bed. I think he would like "playing" video games with daddy. I would e-mail pictures of him to grandparents in other states so they could try to keep up with him, and I'd tell "amusing" stories like the time he dropped my keys in the toilet.
I don't know if it's a good thing or a bad thing to see so much future in the past. In things that won't ever happen. Sigh.