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.