The Darndest Things

A few Pax tidbits from the last couple of weeks...

Tissues Not Needed
Pax entered the room picking his nose.
Me: Pax, do you need a tissue for your boogers?

Pax: No, I just getting them out.

Me: I know, buddy, but let's get you a tissue to put them on.

Pax: No, I'm fine. Flicking whatever he got onto the floor.

YouTube
Pax loves the movie and characters from Disney's Cars. We were watching the accompanying Pixar short films featuring Tow Mater on Youtube.com. We'd watched a few 3 minute videos and I closed the window on the computer.

Pax: No, Mommy, don't turn it off.

Me: Pax, we've watched like 52 videos. Let's go play in the other room.

Pax: I need watch just one more. Said in a sing-song voice.

Me: Why, so you can watch like 53 videos?

Pax: Oh, yeah! Ok!

Pretty Awesome
Pax got a new room from Santa. He's been sleeping in it for nearly a month now, but still it's quite a novelty in our lives. Another post sometime to feature the new room, but this for today.

Pax: Let me show you my room, Mommy. You like my new room?

Me: Yeah, I do!

Pax: Shrugs. Yeah, it's pretty awesome.

Pax Dawg
Eating a local restaurant, I returned from the salsa bar to hear this.

Pax: Acting silly says some unintelligible gibberish

Travis: For real, dawg?

Pax: For shizzle, my dizzle.

Caught off guard, we laughed. Then he proceeded to say it to many other restaurant patrons. We may be eating at home for awhile.


Mr. Table
Putting Pax down for a nap, he asked about a little table that used to sit in the kitchen. He used the table for playdough and drawing, but we'd moved it out of that room when we had our Christmas tree in there. Even with the decorations put away, the table has yet to move back in.

Pax: Mommy, move that playdough thing back in.

Me: Are you talking about your little table that you use for playdough?

Pax: Yeah.

Me: Have you missed your table?

Pax: Who's Mr. Table?

Lifestyles of the rich and famous

There are subtleties that differentiate us from other families in our community...today as we were leaving a grocery store, Paxon tactfully acknowledged this one for us.

Pax: That not our car... Pointing to a new-ish Mercedes SUV
We continued to walk to our car...

Pax: That not our car... Pointing to a shiny Lexus SUV
We continued toward our car...

Pax: That not our car... Pointing to beautiful BMW SUV
Now arriving at our vehicle

Pax: THIS IS OUR CAR! Beaming at our 2002 Hyundai Santa Fe with 140K+ miles and still dusty from our holiday travels.

Turn About is Fair Play

We are staying at a camp lodge this week with Travis as he helps put on a retreat for youth from all over the south east. It's nice to get away from the hectic holiday scurrying and take a few days in rural Alabama where there is no TV, no errands, and no real schedule for me and Pax (sorry, Travis). We came two years ago when Paxon was a 3 month old. I carried him around in the Bjorn the whole time and he slept on me most of the week. This trip has been a bit different. Paxon has had a lot to say about, well, everything- the fact that you can't see the lake behind the lodge when it's dark outside to the fact that our "hotel" is lacking a pool and TV like other hotels he's stayed in. Not complaints, just observations. Funny the things 2-year-olds notice.

Today as we were leaving our room and heading to the dining hall for lunch, I could not find the room key. I just knew I'd put it on the dresser, but I couldn't find it. Thinking I was suffering from "pregnancy brain," I looked all over the room. I still couldn't find the key. There were a few places I knew it wasn't, like my purse in the corner which I hadn't touched or needed since we'd arrived at camp. Finally, in desperation, I asked Pax if he'd seen my key. He smiled proudly and said, "Yeah! I put it in your purse, Mommy." This is the logical place to put a loose key, of course. Now I know how Travis feels when I move his stuff to its "rightful spot" in our home without him knowing I've done it. I have to admit... a bit unsettling.

Making the Naughty List

Paxon has a few "dirty words." We didn't teach him that these are funny or dirty or sometimes inappropriate to say loudly in church. He just inately picked up on the fact that some words have more power than others. I'm still wondering how in the world his brain was wired to clump these words together in this sort of category... this is why language development is facinating to me, but I'm digressing into speech-pathology nerdiness here...

We have an application on our phones that basically allows a small cuddly animal to record your words and repeat them back to you in a pitch and rate modified voice. This is exactly as ridiculous and entertaining as you'd think. What words does Pax like to say to the cute fuzzy kitten? You got it: poop, tee tee, potty, trash, trashcan, hiney. I'll try to get video of him doing this and post it later. In the meantime, tonight, I overheard this conversation happening between Pax and Travis as they were brushing teeth in the bathroom:


Travis: Can you do good listening? I don' t know why he is opening himself up to a negative answer here...

Pax: Nope! Poo poo! Tee tee! Hiney! Here Travis has the much harder job of not laughing out loud. As I was in the other room, I didn't have to rise to that challenge. I see how this is going to get tricky...

About 15 minutes later, saying prayers...

Me: God bless Mommy, Daddy doo. The line in the prayer goes on to rhyme "Paxon, too." I am interrupted after "Daddy doo." You can see where this is going...

Pax: Mommy say "doo doo!" Here Travis cannot contain himself and bursts into laughter. I am afraid we will never be able to pray this prayer again...

Jolly Old Saint Nicholas

We have run into Santa several places this season: the YMCA, the Target parking lot, various malls, in his little house in my parents' hometown, and of course at the Hickman Santa party. Each time, he's been gracious and jolly, waving hello and stopping to speak kindly. So take this as your friendly reminder, he sees you when you're sleeping. He knows when you're awake. He knows if you've been bad or good, so be good for goodness sake! Santa Claus is coming to town!

Three months and growing!

Look at this roly poly adorable nephew we have. Sorry, we make cute kids in this family and I'm a proud aunt!

TRA-DI-TION... Tradition!

For you Fiddler fans out there...Let the Christmas traditions begin!