:: the patient determination shown by Jameson as he tries to do his own buttons.

:: how William, rather than crying when he stirs at night, has started simply calling for me (in an adorable, somewhat-panicked baby voice), “ma-MA?”

:: Jameson’s pronunciation of pj’s: ja-pe’s, which must mean something in French. And for that matter, the way he says “weet”, “wit”, and “tare-fuw” instead of feet, fit, and careful.

:: William’s jubilation at being able to stand on his own. He isn’t content to just stand for us; once he gets his balance, he throws his [short, fat] arms up in the air and beams.