Tommy seemed older tonight. He looked so cool in his corduroys and navy blue turtleneck, and he had that sort of cool attitude that he so often does; he wasn't too cool to be silly, yet he was still so cool that it was, at times, hard to rember he was/is only three!
I had to work all day, but Matt and Denise finally closed on their house Thursday (yay!), and Brian and Thomas took a trip to the new digs today to help out. Apparently Thomas had a great time (not surprising) and learned some new things. I imagine he must have spent most of the time running around and keeping the spirit light. -While he may not be able to lift furniture or unpack china, he always does a very good job of protecting smiles. From Brian's account Thomas intently watched Matt's step-dad work on the plumbing, right down to the soldering. I bet he enjoyed that. He also pretended the hall closet was a store, and from what I hear, whenever there was a loud noise he ran to the closet and shut the door. (If you don't know Thomas well, understand that running to the closet and closing the door is a happy game that lasts all of two seconds before he runs out again, only to rush back to someone, tell them that something is loud, and run back in. -He isn't easily scared.)
I love my Tommy.
Here are some holiday pics. (Click here to see them larger.)