Jack's So Cool, He Walks With One Hand Behind His Back

That's right.
Jack now strolls. Vaguely Charlie Chaplin-style, one hold folded behind him at the small of his back. He strolls. Around the apartment, around the playroom, around music class.

As one father in the playroom said: "That takes a bit of charisma..."

Jack's other new thing is salami. He loves it. I think he'd eat it at every meal. He sucks on it and chews it and overall throughly enjoys himself.

But the best development: Jack has really, really calmed down and just become this incredibly loveable, cuddly boy. Every morning when Anna wakes up he runs up to her and gives her a big hug. If Anna cries, Jack tries to hug and kiss her and rub his hair into her face. When Daddy or I or Jenny come in the door, Jack stands behind the gate with his arms outstretched waiting for a hug. Jack will jump into your arms and put his head on your shoulder and just cuddle.

And last night, just before I laid him down for bed, I patted his back to get any last burps out, and Jack looked at me and smiled and then started to pat my back, too.

Good night, Jack. Sweet dreams...