Jack is such a funny kid. Today he picked up the phone and pretended to talk. I asked who was on the phone, and he said " 'eff" (our friend who works with my husband). I asked what they were talking about. He said "da-dogs" (hot dogs).
Currently he is standing on our ottoman and dropping toys as he says "nine, nine." To Jack, "nine" is counting.
The other day Jack was running around in a T-shirt and a diaper; we hadn't gotten pants back on him since his nap that day. I was making dinner and he came into the kitchen and put something in the trash can and said "trash." I turned and asked what he had just thrown away. He lifted his shirt to show me that he wasn't wearing a diaper anymore. He had taken it upon himself to remove his diaper and throw it away. Now if we could just get him to put a new one on...