French Fries!

Not sure when he figured out what fries were (or chips for that matter) but it's one (two)of his favourite foods. Now, I'm a chip and french fry lover, so it comes to him naturally, but I wasn't encouraging it. We rarely had fries, except for potatoes I'd cut and bake in the oven. That and when driving to visit R's family (4 hours away) we'd often get take out. But N was usually sleeping. When he wasn't, he'd eat one or two and be done.

A few weeks ago, we were driving around and I wanted fries. So we went through a drive thru and picked some up. We had barely left the parking lot when N started asking for the fries from the back seat. I didn't even realize he knew the word, never mind figuring out that was what was in the paper bag.

Now chips he's had. Birthday parties, family gatherings, there are always some form of chips around (potato, taco, heck, even rice). These he now grabs at the grocery store and calls "chips" as he tries to open them. Ugh.

Counting

N can now count to ten! Well, from two to ten. He never says the number one. If you start with one, he'll count the rest of the way to ten. At daycare, he did a lot of counting for them, getting louder and louder as the numbers got higher.

Update. OK, so maybe it's only eight. Lately his counting goes "2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 7, 8, 7, 8" until I suggest maybe put a 9 in there somewhere. Also, he was counting for the chiropractor and that went "2,3,4,5,6,7,8, Thursday". I guess we need a little work still...