Paul's version of U2s "Elevation" and other cute stuff

I'm way behind on my keeping track of cute things Paul has said. So that's what I'm doing today.

Ever since we bought "No Line on the Horizon," (U2s new album) Paul's been wanting to watch our DVD of the Vertigo tour. He plays his drums along with the music (and isn't too bad) and tells you who each band member is as they are shown on the screen. He's fascinated with the confetti and "cool lights" (pronounced "yites"). This morning he was singing "Elevation" for me:

(I was just informed that Adam has a green bass guitar)

Ya Mole
Diggin in a hole
Diggin in my soul
Jump around
Exclamation
My life in the sky
You make me feel like I can fly
So high...
(and then nothing where "Elevation" would be because on the DVD Bono lets the audience sing that part)
Then he sings the "Ohs" really high.
Then Larry (Yarry) comes in on the drums and Paul "rocks out" on his drums.

Yesterday Paul said he wanted to watch the song where Bono plays guitar. So I was going to each track for him and he kept saying, "No, that's..." what ever the song was (often times I didn't know what the song was from the few seconds he heard). Finally he said, "It's One Love, Mommy." I want him to know that song, even if he has the name wrong.

Yesterday (St. Patrick's Day) I woke at 6:30 to him singing, "I know I'll go crazy if I don't go crazy tonight" followed by "Uno, dos, tres, catorce" (sorry, I don't know how to spell in English, let alone Galic).

So whenever he wants to do something he says, "You know what we haven't done in a while? Watched a Thomas movie," (or whatever he wants at that moment, even if you just watched a Thomas Movie).

Paul was sitting on the couch while I was feeding Derek Sunday morning. We had a movie from the video store with a bunch of different stories on it, Thomas, Bob the Builder, Barney, etc. I told him he could pick one to watch while I fed Derek. I asked what he wanted and he cocks his head a little to the side and looks at me out of the corner of his eye and says, "You know what I'm gonna pick..." and plays the Thomas one of course.

Just a thought, if it is true that watching video with lots of blinking lights before you are 3 gives you ADHD, then Derek is screwed, because that's all this concert is...

Paul was helping me give Derek a bath last week (he's in charge of the soap). I was finishing up and Paul says, "don't forget about the part when he pees!" And then Derek did, guess he just needed that reminder.

It has been beautiful here, and when Paul and Scott go outside to push his bubble mower, they have to go "shopping" (the mower is his cart) in the front yard and buy the "ingredients" for chocolate cupcakes. Which are eerily similar to the ingredients for apple sauce bread, since we make that together about once a week and he has them memorized. But he does buy chocolate and pink frosting for his cupcakes.

This moring I put Derek in the outfit he wore to come home from the hospital. He was swimming in it that day. Now it fits. He's 8 weeks today. I can't believe it. (Slept 6 hours last night!!!)

Preschool is awesome

Paul is going to preschool twice a week now. He loves it and I love it. I get to sleep, and he gets to spend time with Daddy after preschool.
Today he came in the door and told me that "The yiddle (little) boy sat on the chair and they asked him what he'd do if he had a dinosaur and he said he would smash it and everybody yaughed."
Then when he got to Scott's room he took a ball and told the class that he wanted to hit someone in the head (which he did on Thursday). So they played along. One boy caught the ball he threw and he said, "Nice catch, Kyle" because the his helper at Preschool is Kyle so that means every boy at daddy's school is Kyle.

Derek is getting more and more alert. It looks like he's really seeing you when he looks at your face. I don't know how much he can see, but it seems like he's really looking. We've have 5 hours of sleep two nights in a row, so I'm hoping we're on the right track!

Parenting is Hard

Paul won't go to sleep and keeps calling us up to his room. Scott just came down and said, "It is hard to even be annoyed with him when he's so cute!" I want to let him come sit on the couch and watch a movie. (Like I could stay awake for it.)

We were at Applebee's today and some song came on and Scott said, "This song is dumb." So of course Paul repeated that. I tried to explain that it isn't nice to say things are dumb. But you know, some things are. Some songs especially. So when does it become "okay" to say that? I don't know.

Paul is a master of taking phrases he's heard and using them correctly in other situations. Today it was, "You know what I was thinking? I was thinking we should go to the toy store and play with the Thomas trains."

It occurred to me tonight that I am so blessed to have so many people help me. First is my husband. He prepared every meal we ate this weekend. He's amazingly patient when I'm crabby and sleep deprived. (I took a nap today that may have saved our marriage :) I'm so thankful that I'm nothing but thrilled when Paul wants to do everything just like him. (Like wear Daddy's Chicago Bears ear muffs under his hat, just like Daddy.) I'm thankful that Paul wants to play drums like Daddy, and guitar and piano. And sing with Daddy. This week he's been going around the house singing, "Lord Reign in Me." But he says his "L"s like a "Y". So it is Yord reign in me. So cute.

Then there's my friend Christine who made me commit to a date when I would drop Paul off and take a nap (even though she has twin boys of her own). And there's Grandma Sally and Grandma Leah and Aunt Julie and Krystal. It takes a village, and I'm so thankful for mine.