>Poor Jack, in all this excitement and stress about kindergarten, there has been nary a post about Jack and his many accomplishments.
He now eats crackers:
That’s really such a short lived milestone because after one, you realize how disgusting they are.
He pulls up to standing, and as you can see, has three teeth on top:
He looks cute is his fall wardrobe:
But he hates last year’s winter wardrobe because he’s like Ralphie from A Christmas Story, combined with a turtle on it’s back:
And the biggest news is this: He said Dada. Dave was playing peekaboo with him through the car window while we waited for our carry out pizza at the start of our camping trip (we camp in style) and when Dave disappeared Jack said, “Dada!” and looked for him out the window.
And at dinner tonight he made something that vaguely resembled the sign for “more”. He hasn’t been too keen on learning the signs because he has found that screaming at the top of his lungs is an easier and very effective way to get more food.