Not content with a steady stream of “What’s this?”, “What’s that?” and “Why do you do that?”, Tommy likes to add in commentary. “That’s stupid.” In addition to the constant barrage of questions, his hands are moving faster than Doc Octopus trying to touch and grab everything in sight so that he can hold things up as he quizzes their purpose in life. Throw in a hunger complaint every few minutes and a never ending pattern of finger flaps, eye rolls and wrist twists and you have a picture of what Tommy is like most of the time these days. He makes me tired. Too tired to appreciate all the good things in my life. Tommy has become the main topic of thought and conversation in our household. I need to blog more about the other things in our world.