Dear Titus,


You are a fantastic eater, which is partly evidenced by the
fact that you have gone from the 30% in weight to the 60% in the last few
months (you also went from the 70% in height to the 90%). You will eat almost
anything, although you really like bananas, chicken sausage, cheese and TOAST!
You come running with squeals of delight when you hear the toaster pop – there
is no way that we could eat a piece of toast in front of you without sharing.
You also have special foods that you share with your grandparents – on Saturday
mornings, you go over to Grampy and Grammys and have pancakes and sausage (and
often M&M’s, much to your momma’s chagrin). At Grandpa Jim and Grandma
Kitty’s house, you always get a taste of wine with dinner, after which you
smack your lips and say “mmmm.”
You are obsessed with the fans at Grandpa and Grandma’s
house, and often the first thing you do when you walk in the door is run into
their bedroom, and then to the exercise room, to see if those fans are turned
on. They sort of scare and fascinate you at the same time. You are also
obsessed with the outdoors, which we love. You are just figuring out how to
open the back door at Grandpa and Grandma’s, although, amazingly, you haven’t gone
through the dog doors at any of our houses. You would spend all day outside if
you could, picking up rocks and bark, watching the dogs play, throwing your
balls around, and generally just wandering around. When we first took you out
on the grass a month ago, you could barely walk on the uneven surface. Now you
are navigating through the rocks, over the cement and boulder borders, down
little hills; you are unstoppable!

The other day, you were throwing a Kleenex into my bathroom
garbage and you grabbed a discarded razor from it. Before I could stop you, you
sliced your thumb and OH MY did it bleed profusely! I’m still finding blood
around the house since it’s really hard to get a bandaid to stick to itty bitty
fingers like yours. The silver lining in the cloud, at least for me, though,
was the way you would occasionally look at your injured thumb over the next few
days, remember the trauma, and your lower lip would quiver for a few seconds. An
unbelievably cute lip quiver.
In spite of your gene pool, we keep getting comments on what
a cute kid you are. Your big brown eyes are especially noticeable and at least
once or twice a week, a clerk or fellow shopper in a store will comment about
your big, brown eyes. Last week, it was a clerk in a grocery store, followed
shortly by a crochety old lady in the dollar section of Target who insisted
that her husband look at the “adorable bugger with the big eyes.” I’m pretty
sure, since she said “adorable,” that she meant it as a compliment.
Mixed messages from strangers aside, we are always eager to
compliment you. You are, for the most part, quick to obey and you don’t throw too many tantrums for not getting your
way. It will be interesting to see how this plays out in your personality and
character when you are older, but we sure enjoy you right now.
Keep being you, you adorable, big-eyed bugger, and may God continue to
fill your heart with the laughter that makes our hearts so full as well.
All my love,
Your Momma
1 comment:
Amazing how time flies so fast.
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