Jack can talk! He says Harry (Hahe), Mama, Dada, Jack-Jack (ack-ack), bottle (baba), ball (ba), and hi (hhhhaaaaaaaa). I love baby babble-- it's just the cutest noise I've ever heard. And he flashes his tiny little teeth, which I also love. Note that you have to be trained in Jackanese to totally understand these words, but he definitely knows what he's saying. He has also perfected the scream-and-point which should serve him well until his vocabulary develops further.
Our giant little baby finishing his morning nap
What a sweetie-- he's happy enough to see us, even though we woke him up taking pictures
Notice the scrape on his upper lip? He face planted on Harry's wooden Melissa and Doug sandwich tray
He HATES getting dressed-- here is is clothed on top and pajamaed on the bottom.
This little munchkin? Has a fever again. Probably all day, but I only noticed while struggling him back into his pants after his postnap pee. He was all, "It's too cold in my bed. Can I have a blanket?" when he woke up, and I was like "No way, man. We're going to Trader Joe's and the gym." He was bummed to hear that, and I got kind of pissy, and then I realized he probably has the chills because he's sick. Again. Mother of the Year.