Jude has a stuffy nose. I gave him a flower to smell and he pointed to his nose and said, "Doesn't work. Doesn't work, Mommy."

The sound of Jude watching The Lion King:
"Cat! Cat! Other cat!"

Reading National Geographic Kids:
Me: "...where he spotted a type of spider monkey previously thought to be extinct."
Ezra: Yuck. P.U.
Me: What? Because I said "extinct"?
Ezra: Yeah.
Me: "Extinct" is when a kind of animal has all died out, like the dinosaurs went extinct a long time ago.
Ezra: But if something died a long time ago, sometimes they stink.

Ezra: I need help wiping!
Jude: Okay, I be right there!

Jude used to wake up in the middle of night crying for me, then a month ago he started hollering "MOM-MAAAY!", then last night I woke up to him calling, "Mommy, I want to nurse please."

So no progress on the weaning front, but the breastmilk does seem to be improving his vocabulary.

Ezra and Jude were watching Sesame Street. One show was ending and I handed Ezra the remote to start the next one and went back to the next room to read. After a couple minutes, I noticed it was still silent in there, so I went to check, and Ezra had accidentally turned the Roku off and they were watching it slowly start back up. I said, "What happened?" and Jude said, "Brother need help."

Every time in the last couple days that I tell Jude it's time to do something, he holds up four little fingers and says, "FOUR minutes."