So today my son counted to five. Not once, as a fluke, not twice, but four times.

We picked up some vintage little people (1965!), and sure enough, he counted out five of them for me. And then again for Jay. And then a couple of more times, just because didn't you know? Children are there simply to perform on command for our entertainment! ;-) He recognizes the numbers up to ten when I'm counting and prompting him - but this is the first he's counted on his own. Crazy.

And then my little genius ran around the house "argh"ing like a pirate, rolling balls through his tunnel, throwing little people and screaming "Whoa!" and sticking scratch-and-sniff stickers all over everything, including mama's nose and daddy's cheek, but most importantly, and most entertainingly, all over himself. Oy, the energy this kid's got!

He's just so much fun today that I can almost forgive him for being up for four hours in the middle of the night last night. Almost. Ask me again when he naps long enough to let me nap too - though it doesn't look like that's going to happen. Damn molars and eye teeth!