Jumping Jonathan

 Jonathan loves to jump. He jumps up and down the hall. He jumps on his bed. He likes to jump into his pants. He shows David how to jump. He jumps on Daddy. He jumps on Mommy. If jumping were as efficient as running, he'd just jump everywhere.

Jonathan has been saying the funniest things. I've started writing them down when I get the chance, so here is the list:
Edmund usually gives Jonathan a bath while I clean the kitchen, and Jonathan will walk down and say hi to me in his towel when his bath is over. The other day I heard him walking down the hall saying, "Tell Mom, good bath."
When he walked into the kitchen I said, "How was your bath?"
He said, "Bubbles come up. Big toot!"

Jonathan loves climbing into bed with Edmund and I in the morning. For a while, it had been snowing every day, so it looked like there was orange snow falling under the street light. The first day he noticed it wasn't snowing he said, "Orange snow gone. White snow on ground."

Jonathan loves remembering things he sees. If something memorable happens, he says, "Tell Mom" or "Tell Dad." On the way home from the grocery store we saw a police car and he said, "Tell Dad, cop car drive."

 Jonathan also loves to love things. He is constantly listing off things he loves. "Love pictures. Love Mom. Love Dad. Love David. Love meatballs (which he definitely does not love.) Love bubbles. Love jumping." His lists are endless.