J is at SUCH a cute age. Ken and I sound like a broken record always reaffirming that J "is SO cute!" These pics are my attempt to catch one of his silly moods - running around making faces and acting wild with joy that he escaped Mommy during bedtime prep. J has begun speaking more. We've got Dada, Mama, mo (more), arf arf (dog), ball, dug (duck), all da (all done) and ooh (out). All pretty much showing up in the past few weeks. The best is watching J and A play together. They really do get along well right now. J thinks he can do everything big brother can - climbing ladders for much older children and going down the tallest slides at the park (usually head first). He loves brushing his teeth and is overjoyed when he's allowed to stand on a chair with A while we cook or sit at the kitchen table instead of his high chair. The best part is how cudly he has gotten. Love it love it. There is nothing like a chubby little arm wrapped tight around your neck. The leg hugging, however, is getting a little dangerous with my increasing mass and instability.
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