He looks angelic

... and that golden glow is no Photoshop trickery, either. And I think he knows it.

He loves to look at his reflection in the windows. Especially while he is eating. Thomas has been big on reflections since the day he happened to notice that he could actually watch television two different ways--by looking in front of him (at the TV) or behind him (at the windows). Cool.

He also tries to hide anything that is not nailed down.
Thomas spends the better part of his day shoving toys underneath the couch, or the rug, or the chair, or anywhere else he thinks he can fit them. And he gets incredibly upset when he can not, for example, jam his car underneath the couch (that sits directly on top of the rug).
His blue drumsticks, on the other hand, have been under there for weeks.

He likes to point. At certain times, under certain moods, Thomas will walk around a room, pause at a random spot, point at something in front of him and deliver a babble-filled tirade complete with jabbing index finger and raised voice. The things he chooses to point and hollar at are hilarious; he'll lean into a poor innocent bin of toys to let it know what he thinkgs of it, or bend over to really, really let the bottom bookshelf have it. He's like a little general that we wound up and then let loose in the living room. And it is not really anger coming through, just... taking charge. Thomas may have lost the battle, but my money is definitely on him to win the war.

Despite his general-ish demeanor, Thomas is such a teddy bear. He is my squeezeable bottle of ketchup (Jack, I have decided, is the Worcestershire sauce :). He gives great kisses. But lately he has a new thing: when you ask for a kiss, he comes toward you, lips puckered, like he is going to give you what you want--but at the last second he puts whatever he currently has in his hand up to your lips. The things I have kissed in the past few weeks would make a junior high school bathroom stall blush. (Um, get it? The graffiti? All the crazy things that get written about? Anyway...)

Other favorite Thomas mealtime pastimes:
- Pushing the pasta tubes on his fingers and waving his hands around. Pretty standard, I suppose.
- Getting something onto his fork (he is getting good), and then flinging his wrist and sending it airborne.
- Not mealtime related, but funny nonetheless: Thomas is a champion scolder. He walks around doing the "ni ni no no no" thing while wagging his index finger like a stern great aunt. All he needs are a pair of coke bottle rimmed glasses to peer at me over the top of and I am sure to start feeling guilty.

But despite all these buckets of pure "adorability", Jack still seems to be Anna's favorite.
Anna's take on Thomas, as delivered to a babysitter just the other day:
"That's Thomas--the one with the light hair--he doesn't look like us"

Sigh. Always the bridesmaid, never the bride is my poor T...