This will be quick, because Jason is in bed and that means I have some time to read before I pass out for the night!
Jason is working hard to develop an impressive vocabulary. When he wants to get our attention (or the attention of his stuffed owl), he'll let out a loud "HUUUUHHH!" He also shrieks like Tarzan to shake things up a bit. But my favorite is when he says "uh buh buh buh buh." I think he's either trying to say "bottle" or "I'm sorry I like to grab your hair in my little fist and rip it out of your scalp, Mommy."
For an infant, Jason has impeccable comedic timing. Tonight, Dave was pickling eggs while I was feeding Jason some delicious purred acorn squash. I commented on how atrocious the egg pickling process smelled, and that led to a debate on the various cuisines of Jason's ancestors (Polish vs German vs Italian vs Other Assorted Western European Nations). I believe that a steaming bowl of spicy puttanesca beats whatever boiled dumpling or porcine byproduct German/Polish people eat, and Dave disagreed. Finally I said "We'll have to let him do a taste test when he's older to see what he likes best", and Jason swallowed his mouthful of squash, looked Dave in the eye, smiled, and said "Mmmmmmm."
Now I'm craving puttanesca. Funny how no one ever craves sauerkraut! #Fact