Timothy's Antics of the Day

Story #1: I'm not in Relief Society since I spend my Sunday's in the nursery. But, at the end of church today, Shelly was nice enough to bring us nursery folk the little treat that Sister Cooper made for everyone. It was a perscription bottle, filled with jelly bellies. On the way out to the car, I handed the bottle to Timothy as I was talking to some friends. I parked his stroller next to the trunk of the car and chatted with my friends, then when I was through, I noticed he didn't have the bottle anymore. I put him in the car, got the stroller in the trunk and all that jazz and proceeded to look around all over the ground trying to find the bottle. I couldn't find it anywhere and was about to give up when some other friends drove up and asked if everything was ok. I said, "yes, but I think Timothy dropped that pill bottle around here somewhere." They looked at me smiling and said "it's in your exhaust pipe, I can see it." My mischievous little man had slyly hidden it in there. It wasn't just like he set it in there, it was a good ways down there. So, we all tried to get it out and with our luck ended up pushing it even further down there. Eventually, we resorted to parking the car uphill and breaking a plastic hanger we happend to have in our trunk to pull it out. It worked! No more jelly belly pill bottle stuck in the exhaust pipe! :o)

Story #2: Timothy has a tendency to start throwing food once he gets full when we're at the dinner table. Well, tonight he started throwing food right away when we put it down in front of him, so we took it away. He started fussing and we asked him if he wanted some of the cheese. He said "no." Then we asked him if he wanted some of the tortilla and he said "no." So, we asked him if he wanted some beans and he said "no." At that point we started asking him random questions like if he wanted an elephant, or candy, or to be sad or happy, or any random question we could come up with. All of the answers were "no, no, no!" Finally I told him, "Timothy, I don't understand fussing, can you please speak with words?" He replied, "mess." At which point Allan said, "do you want to make a mess?" And he replied "yes!"