Abby & Jack... the haps

Well, sheesh, a week and a half and no posts.

What's going on?

Abby has crossed some sort of development threshold. Her already ridiculously brilliant verbal communication has just sort of tightened up. Oh and she threw in a big stick of drama in there too. She frequently tells me, "I'm going to go adore Jack now." Its always a treat, sometimes bitter-sweet, to see her logic... she can be fixated on getting those books over there like she was headed to do when we ask her to turn around and do something else and the first response is none as she is focused on her goal, the second, she's just so betrayed that we don't understand that the value of her goal is just as important as the value of our order. She fell madly in love with taquitos last night. She was very sweet and worried for me when I was sick. If there had been a tv camera crew here it would have made everyone cry, "Momma, please wake up, its time to wake up" (I wasn't unconscious but might as well have been). She loves to write notes (that use up the WHOLE PAGE) like the one she wanted me to give her teacher while I was sick and she couldn't go to school (related slightly):

Dear Miss Janet, My momma is sick and everyone needs to come over and bring lots of presents and even Miss Janet has to come and no one can leave. It will be... I want it to be a party. But it's tomorrow... and Jack is the cutest baby you'll ever seen. Don't touch his head only his tummy. Miss Pat, Miss Milly and all my friends, even the boys, have to be there. You can have lunch and dinner with me. You can have treats with me. I don't think I'll have enough room in my car but its fine. It's okay. You can play with my dolls even.... (it went on but I ran out of paper).




Jack is still chewing on any knuckles that cross his path.
He just needs to catch your eye to give you a smile.
He gets especially happy (smiles then flails around happily) when he sees me and Abby.
He laughs at pretty much anything Daddy does.
He still rolls whenever he's put on the ground even if it puts him at great peril.
He likes formula if he must have it, but would prefer natural. (I hope I don't ever forget that completely pure squeal of joy he made when I got back from 10 hours at the ER and offered him the real thing)
Speaking of squeals. Jack squeals now. With happiness, anger, love, laughter... it's all a bit silly. (the nursing squeal was the longest in history).
Oh and the grabbing. He can grab and boy does he try. He focuses with all his might to try to get his hands to meet up together around an object which usually results in things being swatted to the floor or food plates being pulled into caregiver's laps. He's close though, he can feel it!