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yay squirrels!

when i got to daycare to drop john off yesterday morning, i couldn't help noticing that the jumper he usually likes to sit in was turned to face out a window, not in towards the other kids like most of the equipment in the room. didn't really think anything of it, though, as i slid john into the seat while his teacher fed another baby.

then his teacher said, "john, where's mr. squirrel?" and explained to me that john loves to sit and bounce while watching the squirrels run along the fence outside. in fact, he laughs hysterical as he observes their antics.

he is SO my child. this was one of the first times that i have said that, since he looks so much like his daddy and has so much of his daddy's temperment. but laughing at squirrels? i would probably do that right now if i could. especially if i had an adult-sized bouncer i could sit in while i chew on something as tasty to me as john's fist clearly is to him. (steak maybe? or cake? or both?)

then last night at home, john demonstrated his newest skill: clapping. of course he does it baby fashion and makes no sound, but it's pretty clear he's applauding. and since i'm *that* mom who constantly cheers for him ("gooooooo john! goooooo john! go john go john go john go!") i cheered for him, and he mimicked my clapping again.

that was pretty exciting, but it got even better. while i was laying in bed getting ready to fall asleep last night i realized this:

i am 100% certain that while he was watching the squirrels and laughing, he was also clapping his hands and thinking in baby language, "yaaaaayyyy squirrels!"

that's my kid.

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