Fun Stuff I don't wan't to forget

Since Derek got me up early, I thought I'd write about some things I've been meaning to jot down.

When Derek sneezes, he always does it twice and then smiles and says, "Dah, dah, dah," like it is SUCH a relief to get that out.
Derek is crazy about the potty chair in the bathroom that Paul uses as a stool to brush his teeth. If the bathroom door is open for a moment, Derek races in there to pound on the stool and pull himself up so he's lying across it on his tummy.
Derek thinks Paul is THE best thing in the whole world. If Paul enters the room Derek lights up. When we get into the van we play this game with Paul where he closes the sliding door before we get him strapped in. Then we open it up an tickle him. Derek watches the whole thing from his seat and just smiles, like he's never seen it before. When they can start working together, I'm in big, big trouble.
Derek loves to crawl under things. He's always under the table, back and forth. I took him to the health dept to get his shots and he crawled under the whole line of chairs in the waiting room. He'd REALLY like to climb the stairs, just can't quite do it yet.
He's eating puffs by the handful. I wish he'd get some teeth already.
He has the best smile, and when he laughs you absolutely melt.

Yesterday I asked Paul how his pear was a breakfast. He said, "Incredible." I was a little stunned at his strong response, then he said, "What does incredible mean?"
I'm working the nursery at church on Wednesdays for "family fun night." A few weeks ago it was just Derek and me. So before Scott and Paul left they came in and we got some blocks out. We made a bridge and then Paul got some drum sticks for each of us. We all banged on the blocks while we played the "Who stole the cookies from the cookie jar" game. We were loud and crazy and it was SO much fun. One time when Paul said it was Daddy, instead of saying, "Couldn't be" he said, "You're darn right!" So now that's how Paul ends the game whenever we play it.
Yesterday we had a scavenger hunt. I just wrote places around our house on little slips of paper and he went from one to another. I didn't have to help him read much at all. And he didn't get frustrated when it took a few minutes to figure it out. I tried doing one where I just drew pictures of the places, but due to may lack of artistic talent, that was more frustrating than reading :)

Paul LOVES preschool. There are different jobs for each student: Snack helper, line leader, caboose, Pledge helper (you get to hold the flag for the pledge of allegiance, which he can say by himself), paper passer, bell ringer. He loves them all. Each Monday I hear what he is this week. And each Thursday I hear what he hopes to be next week.

It is getting cold, but we are still playing baseball in the back yard. He likes to play behind the garage and try to hit the ball over onto the driveway. (The balls are soft, so we won't break any windshields.) When he does, we have to run around opposite sides of the garage to find it.

He still likes to help his dad with crossword puzzles. But usually his first question is, "How do you cheat on this one?"

Last night we went bowling. I beat Scott with a 152 (yeah baby). Paul bowls like he's pitching the ball down the lane. Once it skipped the bumper and went into the lane next to ours. Opps. Scott put some money into the music machine so we could hear something besides boom chicka boom music. Paul's face LIT UP when he heard "Angel of Harlem," too cute. He is equally excited when he knocks over one pin as when he gets a spare. Why can't we all celebrate little victories like that?

We are having SO much fun. I wish we could just do this forever. I wish they wouldn't grow up an get mouthy and want to spend time with some other girl...