More Paul - 21 months

Yep another blog post about Paul. Don't worry, we still exist too. In fact, I'm planning a really juicy blog post about Blair and me and what's going on in our lives very shortly. Until then, enjoy more pictures of our current obsession: Paul.

 Paul has really become good friends with his Teddy Bear as of late. He wants to eat, sleep, cuddle, talk and play with him. I even saw Paul "teaching" the bear how to climb on the armchair and turn on the lamp by using the bear's fluffy limb to turn the switch. If the bear falls down Paul will say, "Uh oh! Ochie!" kiss the bear on the head and say "All better!". He loves to just "ug" and "kiss" (or "mua!") the bear just because he loves it so much.

And here are some other random pictures for the blog.

This is what Paul does when we ask him to smile:


Another good "fend" of Paul's is his baby cousin "Ing-kuhn" (Lincoln). Paul talks about "bebe inkun" all the time. He loves to just be near him. Who wouldn't want to be close to that adorable little face?


This was Paul's first trip to the library, which he absolutely LOVED! You wouldn't know it from the pictures, but he was giggling with delight the whole time we were there. Just smile for the camera once please!




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Funny Happy Paul

In the car the other day Paul started counting,
"one...
two...
four...
five...
chicken..."
which put Blair and I into a fit of laughter.


Right now, one of Paul's favorite phrases is "ookit, Mommy ookit!" (look it). When I look, he's either dangling from something new he's learned to climb, figured out a new way to smash his hands together to form a sculpture of tangled fingers, or he's just pulling his ears away from his head and making a silly face. Yesterday, I heard that familiar "ookit, mommy, ookit!" and when I turned around he was being held and spun by Blair in the most graceful of poses with his back arched away from Blair, one arm beautifully curved over his head and the other curved at his side with the most balletic of fingers. He held that pose while spinning for a good two minutes, all the while saying "ookit, mommy, ookit!". "I see you, Paul" I was trying to say , but couldn't through all my laughter.


One day while in the kitchen Paul comes with his head hanging and saying "Ooooh nooooo, ooooh, Paul! Water! Oh no!" I instantly scoured every room in the apartment frantically trying to find what mischief Paul had gotten into. When I came into our master bathroom I saw he had opened the cupboard (which has a child lock), opened the mouthwash (I can hardly open those silly lids myself!) and poured the entire bottle (which was practically full) all over the bathroom floor. Some of our laundry still smells like that mouthwash after the clean-up.


I often hear Paul playing in his room saying things like, "Here you go, Mommy!" "Hello, dinosaurs!", "good morning, cars!" or singing a tuneless song to his toys or himself. He is almost constantly insanely happy! I absolutely love his contagiously joyful little personality!



Me: "Paul, do you want to go visit grandma and grandpa?"
Paul:"Um.... no. How about.... hmmm... "
Me: "Aunt Reana and uncle Shawn?"
Paul: "No... how about.... um.... Delilah!?"
Me: "The cat? Do you want to see Bowser too?"
Paul: excitedly "Yeah! Delilah! Bowser!"

Paul loves his grandparents, but for some reason the thought of seeing their pets is initially more exciting.