Foreshadowing the future by Amelia Joseph, age 2

So last night Miles' cousin Amelia came to spend the night. Since posting pictures is an incredible pain in the ass I will instead draw you a verbal picture. Picture a 2-3 foot tall uninhibited skinny laughing, screeching, jewelry wearing, fingernail painted, wild jungle child who has recently been discovered living in a tribe of wolves and has been brought to civilization about a week ago. Basically your typical 2 year old. Favorite food - ketchup. Amount of food eaten, about one teaspoon at a time of anything. She seems to survive on air, like an orchid.
She got jealous of my parents giving him attention so she bit him. The look on his face now when he sees her is one of longing and confused fear. This morning you could tell he wanted so badly to be near her and giving her kisses but he was a little afraid that she might bite again.
She went to my dad, her "grandpapa" and matter of factly told him " I bite Milesy boy". She calls him Milesy boy like she is some old lady and he is a little child even though they are only a year and 3 months apart. She is so tiny, actually weighs the same as Miles and they wear the same size Pampers. I remember her a visit last year being Miles' age and being just like Miles, all smiles and effort to walk and sweet as morning sunlight. So I'm trying to enjoy my fat little roly poly ball of love right now as I know that just around the corner the "Terrible two's" await and life will be a non stop action movie.

First tooth and more

Today our boy went to the Emperor Valley Zoo here in Trinidad. He was more interested in watching people, especially anyone eating anything than in watching the animals. But he did like the parrots it seemed.
Yesterday he cut his second tooth. Last week on July 3 I noticed his first tooth working it's way out.
He is very sharing. He shares his pacifier with me all the time - I have to pretend to suck it when he puts it in my mouth. Today he was eating a cracker and thought I would like some so he offered me his wet mushy cracker and watched to make sure I ate it. He smiled, ate some more then offered me more after him. I was touched by his sharing and grossed out that I ate a slimy cracker covered in someone else's spit.