When Jack goes to bed or wakes up, he spends a good 30 minutes talking to himself and playing in his crib. I like to lie and listen to him and even though I don't know what he's saying yet you can tell he's trying really hard to form sentences and get his words out. I could listen to this baby-babble all day long and not get bored. This week during one of his bedroom babbling spells the phone rang in the living room and he shouted out "hello?"
This morning the cat, Frank, was doing his usual high-pitched howl as he used his litter tray in the basement and Jack started to mimic him. So it's 7am and I'm lying in bed listening to both my cat and my son meow at the top of their lungs. Sometimes it feels like I live in a mad house.