Ohhh, buddy . . .

We are astounded at the explosion of development in Jack over the few days we've been here. He's speaking in short phrases and sentences. Things like "I don't like it!" (which is super fun when eating at someone else's house) and "Don't want that!" or "That's silly!" or "Jack do it!"). I'm not sure if it just happens to be taking place now, or if it's because he's had our undivided attention so much more in the last three days.

When Jack spills something, or wets through his diaper, or . . . um . . . throws up, we always start by saying, "Ohhh, buddy . . ." This week, we've started hearing him from another room saying "Oh, buddy" and knowing that we probably need to help him clean up or change his diaper. Today in the car, he took off his sandals, threw them to the ground, looked up at me and said, "Ohhh, buddy." I cracked up.