We were walking around the mall one day when Matthew kept imploring me to carry him.  By implore, I mean he would stand in front of me with his hands raised in such a way that I couldn’t move without knocking him over (he may not talk much, but he’s smart).  So, I gave in and picked him up.  He immediately put his chin on my shoulder and said, with a big smile, “This is nice!”

And “nice” has become one of his favorite words and his use of it has become very diversified.  Such as when he gets snuggled (“This is nice!”) or when he came in and saw the new furniture (“Oooh, nice”) or when I told him the playset was ready to be played on (“NICE!!”).