Prestonisms

This little guy is 19 months old with an energy level that is off the charts. Keeping up with him can be exhausting, but, there's no other way I rather spend my days. He's the best.

I'm convinced he's a special kid. Who doesn't think that about their own child though? But with his smarts and wits, it's just a matter of time before he outsmarts John and me.

Last night at dinner, he didn't want to eat anything, he just wanted to play. No surprise there. We told him he had to have three more bites of hotdog before he could go play with his toys. So, what does he do? Eats one bite, no problem. Picks up bite two, bites it in half, and then tried to claim the other half of his second bite as bite three. I couldn't help but laugh at the cleverness of it all.

After dinner we went to look at Christmas lights for F.H.E. We stopped by Starbucks to get some hot chocolate, and as we pulled up to the drive thru window, Preston yells, "french fries!"

He's really into saying "more" these days. If we hear a song he likes, he says "more!" if he gets a bite of something delicious, he wants more! So, while looking at lights last night, he kept asking for "more Christmas lights!", but the best was when we'd pass houses that had a nativity scene on display and we'd say, "look, there's baby Jesus", and at one point he excitedly exclaimed, "more Jesus!". Yes buddy, we all need more Jesus in our lives.

After his bath the other night, and, out of the blue, Preston said to John, who was trying to dry him off, "don't touch me!" Where does he learn these things?

He loves saying, er, yelling "Amen!" at the end of prayers. The other day I asked him if he wanted to say the prayer for lunch,  he didn't. But, following the prayer while I was getting his lunch, I heard him whisper, "heavenly father...daddy safe...bless food..." it was the sweetest thing.

We've been trying hard to teach him manners, and to say please and thank you, and you're welcome. He usually combines them all and says, "thank you, welbome". I love how he says welcome. Welbome.

He's excellent at saying "no" but rarely says "yes", everything is, "okay!" I've since realized how often I say okay to everything.

He's still obsessed with music and picks up on songs/tunes really well. This morning without even realizing it I started humming the most obnoxious "Elmo's World" song...but I literally only hummed a couple of notes before I quickly stopped. And, right on queue, Preston yells, "Elmo". Nothing gets passed him.

Like I said, this boy is something else, but I wouldn't change him for the world. He keeps me on my toes, but exhausts me like no other by the end of the day. I guess I'd expect no less from a little boy. Isn't that how they're supposed to be?