He wants to be a bat for Halloween. NOT Batman (which is unfortunate because he has quite a few costume options there).
He is determined to grow his hair long “like a Viking warrior.” I have a feeling this idea came from his dad. I haven’t been able to convince him to cut his hair yet and, to be honest, it is pretty cute. Still, I’ve taken to calling him Beiber Boy, especially when he swings his head to get the hair out of his eyes.
Jack is suddenly very modest. I’m not allowed to see his “parts” and usually have to leave the room while he is getting dressed (even if he is getting dressed in the living room). This made for a conundrum during bath time last night because he wanted company while bathing. I was instructed to look at the ceiling at all times, even while launching him into the bath like a rocket.
Naps appear to be a thing of the past. Jack doesn’t seem to need them anymore and bedtime goes more smoothly without them anyway.
Jack will do almost anything for chocolate.
Scooby-Doo is now a big deal. I wish he would have consulted me first.
We can usually interrupt Jack’s television or movie watching if we promise to record it. He has that Tivo down these days and even paused a show all by himself to use the bathroom.
By the way, he is super fully potty trained. He can still hold it for hours, though. It’s pretty awesome that he uses the toilet, wipes his butt, and washes his hands all without help.
He is a child of a million questions, usually something that goes like, “What does doll mean?” I feel like a walking dictionary.
Half the time he says something so grown up sounding that we feel like we couldn’t have heard him right. I couldn’t figure out what the hell he was saying about “My gray shun” and that was because he was talking about migration. It’s not totally my fault, though – when he’s not using big words, he is making up words like “swack” and “cackrages.”
Thankfully, Jack will still snuggle with me. Other than that, I can hardly see a trace of baby Jack in him. He is growing up! *sniff*