Two peas in different pods

If I hadn't been there for both of their births, I think I would have to wonder if these guys were really brothers.

Silas is quiet, thoughtful, and somewhat obsessive-compulsive when it comes to things being in order. If one cheerio or raisin falls to the floor or in his chair at breakfast, he can't continue eating until you come over and help him find it. If he has something to say, he will repeat it incessantly until you confirm what he's said.
Silas: "The sun went night-night... yeah, the sun went night-night.... the sun went night-night!"
Me: "Yes, Silas, the sun went night-night."

However, if nobody is in the room, he has to edify himself....
Silas: "I went pee-pee in the potty. Did Silas do a good job?"
Silas, in a slightly higher voice: "Yes, you did do a good job!"

He's also very sensitive... he was driving his toy car (the kind you sit inside) around at our indoor park the other day and he ran it into a wall. He hopped out, ran around to the bumper, gave the car a kiss, and said, "it's all better!"

Silas can't go to bed with out his covers just so, and you must make sure his head is placed on the pillow. If the leg of his pajamas is tucked under his foot after you put them on, he will hop around on one foot, saying "fix it, fix it!" until you pull the fabric up around his ankle. He can sit in his chair at the table for an hour or more, just driving his trucks around.


Titus, on the other hand, is loud, reckless, and tough - basically, he is a bulldozer. If you build it, he will knock it over. Or, if you're anywhere near his size, he'll knock you over with a big bear hug. He likes to ram his head into people while giggling, and when he falls down he can usually brush it off in about 2 seconds. And, even when something really does hurt, once he recovers, he'll try it again!

He eats as much as, if not more than, his brother at every meal, and makes a total mess while doing it. When he gets food set in front of him, he shoves one handful in his mouth and knocks another handful to the floor in his excitement. He usually goes through three outfits a day.

If I let Titus out of my sight for more than a minute he's usually up on top of something. Finding him on top of my dining room table has become a daily occurrence. I moved the chairs into the kitchen, and then he pushed one over to the counter and used it to scale the counter top. So I put the chair in the living room and he used it to climb my bookcase. Really, nothing is safe around him unless it's locked or eight feet high.


So, life is never dull around here - you'll understand why I have a hard time finding a spare moment to blog. But I'm going to work on catching up with blogging about our fall adventures so far.