It's no secret that I am crazy in love with jack. His sweet-smelling sleep, soft milk breath, toothy smile, stompy walk, old man hairline, and cute little cackle are the reason we will have 3 or maybe even 4 kids instead of just Harry and Jack. He's that cute. I think he's smart, too, although I can't be totally sure because he hardly talks. I remember waiting for Harry to start talking--and I know that he said a lot more at 15 months than Jack does-- and being so relieved when he acquired language so efficiently. I knew that he was normal, you know?
Jack can identify all of his facial features and some body parts, and he can do anything you ask him to-- he can even follow 3-step directions without a problem. Last week at Little Gym, he sat down on the floor just inside the door and stripped off his own shoes and socks. When we went into the gym, the teacher had hidden the bells that the babies ring to start class under a pile of scarves. He asked the babies to look for the bells, and Jack was the only kid who did-- he ran right to the scarves and threw them aside. When he found the bells, he started handing them out to his classmates. It was adorable.
But still, no talking to speak of. If he wants to hear music, he points to the iPod and requests "mu." He can say the usual baby words-- dada, mama, baba, night night, bye bye, no no, yeah. He says Jack and Har, and he points at the door and barks out. He also calls his dinner yum yum, and he asks for a hat by smacking his head and saying ha.
Hmmm. Maybe he talks better than I think. (Also, the way he nods his head yes is the best thing ever-- very slow and emphatic-- like when I asked him if he wanted cold pizza on Sunday morning, and he nodded his head off as he ran to his high chair.
Mostly though, he points.
Here he's saying holy shit there's a giant lion RIGHT THERE!
Do you freaking idiots really think I'm big enough to slide by myself?
Wumpy flappy. Snurp.