Chief Pee Wee

Tommy hams it up as a little Indian chief in the woods of Southern California. This weekend we went to Pine Mountain Club to visit Grandpa Tom's cabin and celebrate Ann-ma's birthday. Tommy enjoyed exploring the wooded area and watching the blue jays eat peanuts off Grandpa's deck. He studied pine cones intently, scraped the ground with a stick like it was a metal detector and just had fun in the cool mountain air.

His vocabulary is growing by the day. He now says "ga" for crackers (namely, the goldfish variety) and at his music class today he said bubbles (bub-ba) while the teacher blew the pretty orbs around the room. He can say "bye," though it's usually after we've left the person to whom he's supposed to say goodbye. He's working on "hat" and "hi," too. But his true favorite continues to be "ball" in all forms. He points to balls in picture books and says the word whenever he sees something round. We're having so much fun talking with him!