MY Bubbles, MY Basket, MY pjs

I guess it goes with the age. For a few months Jack designated everything by its appropriate noun and by its color. Now everything is emphatically possessed. MY mama's sooz (shoes). MY red daddy's car. MY waffle.

Here is more bubble play...something we've been into in the afternoons.


He's really gotten into imaginative play, as well. A few months ago it wouldn't have made sense to him to put together blocks and pretend it was Papaw's car or merely to pretend to enter a tiny house made of blocks (in lieu of actually entering and crushing it in the process.) Now it does, and it's pretty amazing to watch a kid make that mental leap. I remember his friend E doing it when she visited last summer (she's seven months older), and I couldn't imagine Jack starting to do it himself anytime soon.

I asked Jack what he was doing when I took the pictures below. He said, taking a bubble bath making noodles. At other times, he runs around with the blue basket on his head saying that he is a robot. Maybe the caption on his PJs says it best. Thanks Aunt Katie for the cute sleepwear!