Jack is Back

A few weeks ago, I had another friend over to my house to play. His name is Jack and he is only about a week older than me. I hadn't seen him in a few months...so after my initial "Who is that baby and why is he here at my house?" reaction, things warmed up and we played together very well.

I showed Jack my cars, blocks and stuffed animals and we both really enjoyed hiding in my favorite cabinet. In fact, at one point, we both tried to get in there together which seemed very funny to my mom and Jack's mom for some reason. Jack brought his own sippy cup and I insisted on carrying it around for him, offering him sips during his visit. As our playdate progressed, Jack once again became a very close buddy. I even tried to share my favorite blanket and "Neigh Neigh" my stuffed horse. You have to be a VERY special person in my book to warrant even touching my coveted blanket and "Neigh Neigh".

I hope Jack comes back soon. After he left with his mom, I kept turning up my hands to sign for "Where" and I kept calling out "Ja".

See a few pictures of me and Jack. Sorry, these aren't so great, but mom says that Jack and I were moving so quickly that it was hard to get a decent shot!

A visit with the "D" man

Now that I am almost 17 months old, I am proud to state that I have a few little friends to call my own. One of my friends that I get to see on a pretty regular basis is Dylan, or "D" as I call him. We have been in the same Gymboree class together for a while now and we also get to see each other at our homes to play, make a mess and amuse our mothers. Dylan's parents are ice hockey players, like my dad, so it is very likely that we will also learn to ice skate and play hockey together when we are older. He is sure to remain a steady little playmate.

During my last visit to "D"s house, we played with a really cool Thomas the Train set. My mom says that we play really well together as we are just both so sweet and gentle little guys (well, most of the time). In the attached picture, "D" looks like he is a little concerned about what I am doing with his beloved train. I say this based on the fact that he appears to be watching me with curiosity in the first picture and chewing his fingers off with some concern in the second picture; but he is so nice, he didn't make me stop. Don't worry little buddy, I wasn't going to hurt the train, I just wanted to see if it would fit on top of the train depot...isn't that where it goes? Hey, mom, when are we getting one of these for our house?