Jack has added “No, Mama, no” to his vocabulary, and it is equal parts adorable, hilarious, and frustrating. Like this morning, for example: “Let’s go change your diaper.” “No, Mama, no!” as I carry him up the stairs. Or, “Jack, we don’t throw toys.” “No, Mama, no!” as he throws more toys.
He’s also finally able to truly express his preference for whichever parent is not in the room. The other night, Jack woke up a little before 3am, and John went in to try to put him back to bed. A little after 4, I got the “help” text. I went in, John left. Jack was standing in the crib, but when he saw me, he sat down. “Dada, up.” “Dada went back to bed. I’m here. Can I pick you up?” “Dada, up.”
He’s making connections left and right, too. John was out mowing the lawn yesterday morning, and Jack was watching him go back and forth across the windows while he was eating breakfast. When I let him down from the high chair, he went straight to his lawn mower and started mowing our floor. Every 10 seconds or so, he’d pause, point out the window and say, “Dada”, and then point to his toy lawn mower, “Dat.” “Dada”, window, toy mower, “Dat.”
Maybe all this learning is why he’s not napping. Too much to think about.