My Name is Jonathan

Jack tends to grow in spurts, or maybe we just notice in spurts. Lately it seems like he understands way more than we think he does. This is evidenced by some of his recent quotes:

Jack: "My name is Jonathan."
Me: "Really? Who told you that?"
Jack: "Pipa did."
Me: "If Pipa said it, it must be true. Do you want us to call you Jack or Jonathan?"
Jack: (thinks about it for a minute) "Jack."
Six months ago, he was convinced his name was "Jack Edwards, Double Agent," and there was no convincing him otherwise.

As we were getting ready to go to Kellee's for daycare on Friday, he said:
"I don't want to go to Kellee's. I want to go on the airplane and see the Yankees." We are going to Spring Training in Tampa, and we've mentioned it to him a few times. Clearly he remembered and is excited about it. This makes Bernie very happy because Nick was trying to be politically correct and wouldn't commit to being a Yankee fan until a few years ago. He would say he liked all teams and was just a baseball fan.

We get regular updates on baby Addie who is doing much better. She is still in the hospital but is learning to eat (drink) on her own instead of through a feeding tube and has been breathing on her own since Valentine's Day. Thursday night I saw a new picture of her come across my phone. Jack saw it too, which led to the following conversation:

Jack: "Is that my sister?"
Me: "No honey, your sister is still in my belly, but we will get to meet her soon."
Jack: "Is my sister kicking you?"
Me: "Not right now."

We've been talking to Jack about the baby for months but often don't get much of a reaction. I'm not sure he will really understand until we bring her home, but based on this conversation he at least understands that there will be a baby coming.

It's been a long week. Nick and I both had the stomach bug. Bernie and Jack have been lucky enough not to get it, at least so far. Jack had a hard time understanding why I was trying to stay away from him. I am feeling better but an still tired, so I've been trying to rest. Jack keeps asking me, "Are you sick, Mommy?" He even brought me a blanket when he thought I was cold.

This time last year we were moving him into his toddler bed. Soon we will be moving him into a twin bed (mostly because we need the toddler mattress for the crib).

It is fun to watch him grow and learn. It is amazing how much they change in a few short years.