cam: why do you get to make all the decisions?
me: because he whines the loudest.
cam: [laughter]
paul: [seriously] I make all of the decisions because I whine the loudest.
me: that's right.
paul: whine is a homophone.
paul: there's whine, which is to throw a fit, and there's wine, which you drink.
i crown paul the newest little robot in the house.
the children are yelling hellos at each other while climbing all over their new foam home. (no, we didn't pay that price, it showed up on kids woot for about half that, i think.) the house is super-cute, but the kids are even cuter.
nola is very talkative. when paul was her age, he communicated mostly by signs, so this is new to us. (of course, now paul won't stop talking, so this means we have multiple children with mouths that. never. close.)
she calls her grandfather "beepa."
she likes to count: "one two three four five six five six five six"
our favorite sentence (a little garbled, but still understandable): "help, i'm stuck!"
she likes to laugh like the count: "ha ha ha."
she likes to sing "tinkle tinkle," much to the delight of her grandparents. she also likes to sing the theme song for "yayoo" (caillou).
wook (look), uh-oh, mulk (milk), wahr (water) and mommy/daddy/paul still pretty much make up the bulk of her conversation, but it's a lot of fun trying to deciper the rest of her warbling.
in the car after running some errands this evening, paul declared it was time for a "just being silent" contest.
predictably, both kids fell asleep.
