At two-and-a-half, Tristan is all boy. He is full steam ahead at all times with little thought to the consequences. He tends to fall, bump his head and run into things a LOT, but he is so tough that it rarely slows him down. He amazes me when he bumps his head HARD and says "ow" and just keeps on going! He loves his brother and sister so much and loves playing with both. He and Maura play great together about eighty percent of the time and the rest of the time they fight like cats and dogs. I generally have to send someone to time out every single day because they were hurting the other. Yuck! The rest of the time, they're playing imaginative games together and having a great time. Tristan LOVES, LOVES, LOVES Bennett. He cannot give him enough hugs and kisses. He's always asking about him while Bennett is napping and he loves bringing his toys and throwing away diapers for me. Tristan loves his Daddy, but I'm pretty sure that his favorite person in the whole world is Poppa. He asks almost daily when we're going back to Nan and Poppa's house. Tristan loves his momma too and still wants to cuddle with me sometimes. Usually at least once a day he crawls up into my lap and snuggles with me for awhile until he gets silly again and tries to scrunch my face up. He loves tractors , cars,and trains and all kinds of moving vehicles. He can spot a John Deere tractor a mile away and wants me to point them out to him, but then gets mad that he didn't see them first! He is such a funny kid and is always looking for a laugh. He does silly things all the time and just waits for that laugh. He's the child I'll get calls home from school about because he's clowning around. Recently, he's started talking in the "Dictator Voice." When he wants something, he deepens his voice and demands it. It sounds like this, "HEY! SOMEBODY DIDN'T GIVE ME ANY MILK! HEY, SOMEBODY DIDN'T PUT SALT ON MY MEAT!" By somebody, he means me! It's all I can do to not laugh at him and ask him to ask politely. He knows it's funny now and does it all the time. Tristan is still in love with his blankets(Nee Nees) and hates when they have to be washed. He cried yesterday when I put that nasty pee smelling blanket in the wash. He's also adopted one of Maura's stuffed kitties named Marshmallow and will hardly go anywhere without him. It's a real problem, because Marshmallow isn't very big and he's easy to lose. I'm going to have to look for another Marshmallow to keep for emergencies! Tristan is also VERY into Cars, the movie. He LOVES Matar, despite Matars terrible English! He still loves to eat, but I think his favorite thing is drinking--milk that is! He would drink a gallon a day if I would allow it! He loves fruit of any kind, hot dogs and macaroni and cheese. He's still chart topping in his weight and height and currently weighs well over forty pounds. I had to get a new car seat for him because he'd exceeded the weight limit of his Roundabout. I NEVER thought I would have a child who would exceed the weight limit before they were ready to be moved out of the seat. Speaking of restraints, Tristan is still in his crib and highchair and will remain there for the foreseeable future. It's all about containment with this man! I love my rough and tumble, turbo charged little man and wouldn't trade him for the world. He would object to me calling him my little man. He says, "I a BIG boy!" My Bigga, T-Man, Tristan-man, Stinker, Captain Destructo, Mr. T is so precious to me! Happy Half Birthday little man!





