Jack's vocabulary has been exploding lately. Every day he says a new word or two, often before his first diaper change.

Thursday, at Thanksgiving dinner he pointed at Eddie and said, "uncle."

He was on the changing table Friday morning and was pulling on my chin whiskers when I said, "beard." Without hesitation he looked me in the eye and said, "beer'."

Yesterday morning he was snuggling with Penny and I when he took my hand, ran it gently across his cheek and said, "nice."

This morning he looked at the letter P, and without prompting from either of us said, "p."

At this very moment he's sitting in my lap, watching my fingers fumble across the keyboard, the letters and words (seemingly) magically appearing on the screen. He's as fascinated by the words as I am.