T often "prays" with us. When we say grace he clasps his hands and says "Mmmm! Mmmm! Mmmm!"
Sometimes when he's in a sitting position and starts on his way somewhere else, he lifts himself up, raises his arms up high and kind of dives forward. I think of a kitten pouncing, Brent says he looks like a fish leaping out the water.
I love T's laugh. It is a little breath intake along with vocalization. His own peculiar expression of delight.
Everytime I put Eucerin on him, when T notices the lid is off, he works to put it back on. As soon as I lift it up to get more lotion, he slams the lid back.
He is fascinated with opening and closing the cabinets. He knows he is not supposed to get into them. When he opens one and I close it while telling him 'no', he shakes his head side to side as he goes to open it again.
His expressive eyebrows, impish smile, downy head and the cowlick that sticks straight up on the top of his head.
He is so vocal in church. Especially during hymns, he thinks he has to "sing" too. The more verses, the louder he gets.