It was the best of times. It was the worst of times.

Or so goes a tale of two jacks. He is an absolute trip. He makes me smile so much because he's so silly and sweet and he's pretty manageable, until he isn't. I know I've been saying it for months but he knows all his letters and will stop and read anything and everything. Now he knows lowercase too. And the alphabet song in order. He actually never shuts up. He call d and p all b but close enough. And this a, he calls a 6 because every other a he sees on books is just a circle and line. Speaking of six, he gets a huge kick out of turning books upside down and saying 6, 9, 6 and so on. Same with 8. 

I wanted to vent about his tamtrums because dear baby Jesus are they bad and completely irrational. But he's asleep now so I'll leave it at that. We've had a few good days or at least I have selective memory. 

We did turn the crib into a toddler bed so that saves him the trouble of climbing in and out at least. He really really fights nap and bedtime but the new bed has a little novelty to it for now at least. He falls asleep easily if I sit in the room with him but that's not always a luxury I have. He has also been waking up in the middle of the night for no reason but a cuddle. And he doesn't eat anything. So much for not bitching about him. 

School is going well for bobby. Sometimes are aren't enough hours in the day though. He is getting over a bad ear infection. Developed from a bad cold that he no doubt got at school. He has another loose tooth. He is really good at reading and calls me out if I try to paraphrase a book we're reading even of it's above his skill level, he seems to know. 

Reid is adorable and a good baby. That's about all to report on him.