Last night, Sarah and I were busting out the next round of toys for Titus, trying to find something good for him to chew on (it doesn’t seem like he’s teething, but the little guy is a regular geyser of drool), and we pulled out some big soft cloth blocks.
I was busy stacking, knocking over (a fleeting indulgence, until Titus learns how much fun it is), and tossing the blocks around, when I accidentially hit Titus. He was lying on his back, and the block landed directly on his left arm. Before the block could roll off his arm, he whipped both hands up, caught that big yellow block, and proceeded to gnaw on it!
I thought it was pretty cool…
I think he will be a basket ball player, he has the height, and quick coordination. Sending my love…..
Umm.. .YEAH, THAT’S PRETTY COOL!!!!! My little nephew is already a noise-making, block catching, drooling little darling. (I suppose I better get out the “darling” idea before he gets too old. . . somehow I don’t think that Titus will appreciate me yelling “darling” at his football games someday!