We're cruising toward having a 2 1/2 year old in these parts.
Here is an update, of sorts:
Jack still really likes the Fresh Beat Band. This show makes me smile and makes Durel want to stick a fork in his eye. The fact that one of us can tolerate it seems about right for kids' shows.
Jack is a con artist. If you tell him it's bedtime, he tends to develop a raging hunger, unquenchable thirst, or deep desire to cuddle on the couch with you. Note: All of these things do not involve taking a bath and going to bed.
Jack loves his daddy. But, he prefers to call him Durel. As in, this happened:
Jack: Hi, Durel!
Durel: Jack, call me Daddy.
Jack: OK, Durel.
Jack is ticklish.
May you tickle with impunity today.