Most of the time, Jake goes to bed at night without too much of a fight. Tonight, I had to go to the grocery store late and so he was in bed when I got home. Apparently, that didn't mean he was asleep. As soon as he heard me, he begged for me to come in his room.

"Mommy, lay down!" he demands.

And so I oblige, because something about even a quick jaunt to the grocery story by myself somehow renews my sense of affection and erases away the day's annoyances. So I lay down.

He can't stop talking. He tells me all about the 40 minutes of his life that I just missed.

"Watch Turtles Daddy," he says."
"You watched Ninja Turtles with Daddy?" I question.
"Yes. 'Cary Turtles?" he questions.
"No, they aren't scary."
"Oh, good Turtles. Read Daddy scrip-scrips?"
"You read scriptures with Daddy?"
"Yes, Gake scrip-scrips."
"That's good, I'm glad you read scriptures. But now it's time to stop talking and go to sleep."
"OK," he says. And then he starts singing, "This Ha-ween, this Ha-ween," from the YouTube video TJ let him watch just before Halloween.
"No, Jake, it's time to sleep. How about I sing to you?"

And so I sing to him. And then I leave his room, to his protest. I make it about five minutes before he calls for me again. This time, saying, "Gake hungry. Eat Cheerios?" But I know his game, because next he asks to "Play choo-choo?" and so I try to leave again, but he just cries at his door. Finally, I give in and go back to his room, pick up that little boy that is getting to be so big, and cradle him in my arms like a baby. I hold him close and smell his hair, clean from his bath. He doesn't fight it. In fact, he seems to relish it just as much as I do. And when my grip starts to slacken, he wraps his arms around me and adjusts his head against my chest, and I hold onto this moment for just a little longer before I put him in his bed, lay down by him, and sing "Peace, Be Still" by Nate Noble along with my phone which is playing the song on repeat because it's his magic sleeping pill.

Eventually, I hear his breathing slow and deepen, and I sneak out of his room.

I've had very little patience in general lately, especially with that sweet boy. I think tonight, we both needed a few moments to reconnect. Sometimes, it's OK if bedtime isn't as quick as usual.


(Just to show how expressive he is. These were taken last month, in Flagstaff.)

My friend, Emma, has been documenting things that her daughter Holland (who is a day older than Jake) says, and I thought it was a good idea. It's something I've always wanted to do and even though Jake isn't talking quite as much as Holland, he's talking more and more all the time and says some funny things.

For some reason, he associates the word "good" with "food." And so:

Jake: Tree? Good?
Kylie: Yes, trees are good.
Jake: Nummy tummy!
Kylie: No, Jake, we don't eat trees.

We're working on other adjectives besides "good" for obvious reasons. Another thing he does is if he likes what he's eating, while he's chewing he will look at you and with his chin up say, "Good," sometimes naming the food first, "Kicken (chicken), good."

Jake: Guys? (Talking to me and TJ.)
Us: Yes, Jake?
Jake: Ummm, church?

He reaallly likes going to church.

Kylie: Jake, what are you thankful for?
Jake: Uhh....Jesus.

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So I've had this post saved in drafts since September. It's amazing how much Jake is learning (and repeating) every day, and he's now moving into more complete sentences. It's so much fun. Here are a few more conversations with Jake.

Kylie: Jake, what did you do at Mamaw's (grandma's) today?
Jake: Um, nine, ten, 'lelen (eleven).
K: Oh, really? And what did you have for lunch?
J: Um, kicken (chicken).
K: Yummy, chicken! And then what did you do?
J: Firteen (thirteen)?

Jake's response to a lot of things is "nine, ten, 'lelen," for some reason we do not know.

Kylie: Jake, would you like some barbecue sauce with your chicken?
Jake: Yes! Goober sauce!
Kylie & TJ: *burst out laughing*
Jake: (after trying some) Nummy goober sauce!

While we are eating, if Jake really likes something, he will tell us with the following phrases:
Tastes SO GOOD!
Nummy tummy!
(Name of food) SO GOOD!

When he's being silly, he will say, "Boonanana?" Sometimes TJ and I talk gibberish to Jake to make him laugh, so we're guessing this is his form of gibberish.

He loves to call people funny. "Mommy, funny? Daddy funny? Gake (what he calls himself) funny?"

He recently learned his full name.
Anyone: "What's your name?"
Jake: "Um, TroyGakePond."

We love this funny boy!