The Comedian

Paxton is just lately trying to get the hang of telling jokes. Here are his first 2 attempts.

Attempt #1

Paxton: Why was the 1 afraid of 2?

Daddy: Why?

Paxton: Because the 3 ate 4 all up. Hahahahahahaha!

Attempt #2

Paxton: Knock Knock

Mommy: Who's there?

Paxton: Banana.

Mommy: Banana who?

Paxton: Banana you glad I didn't say orange?

Both wrong...and yet still successful. :)

Changing of the Seasons

Paxton: This morning Daddy's car had frosting on it...because it's almost winter.

The Hacker

Many of you know that Paxton has become very adept at using the computer. He knows how to log out of my account, log into his own typing his password, and navigate to the web browser where nickjr is his homepage and Thomas is a bookmarked page.

We're very proud.

Today we got a package in the mail from Pop Pop and Gigi.

Paxton: Who's this for?

Mommy: Well, what does it say?

Paxton: P-A-X-T-O-N...B-E-N-J-A-M-I-N...hey my last name!

Mommy: So who's names are on it?

Paxton: Me, and Benjamin, and my password!

It Took 4 Years

While cleaning up the family room.

Paxton: Look, picking up blocks isn't so bad.

First Official Benjamin Post...And it's Classy

At this point many of you may have heard my story of Benjamin in the swimming pool a couple weeks ago. He pointed at his booty and said "poopy" and there was indeed poopy in his swimmie diaper. Absolutely disgusting, but I was too overwhelmed by the fact that my 1 year old was telling me this. (Paxton wasn't even doing that back in January).

And so tonight's story begins after the boys' bath...

Benjamin : (grabbing pinga while in the tub) Out!

Mommy: (Overlooking that the previous act could have meant plenty of things) Do you need to go potty, Benjamin?

Benjamin: (nods vigorously)

Mommy: (So excited she practically dances him to the potty and sits him down) Okay, go potty.

Benjamin: (grunts)

*FART*

Benjamin: All done.

I Want A Second Opinion

Months ago, Uncle Maxwell convinced Paxton that all you need to have in order to be a doctor is a shirt with a breast pocket. Paxton will constantly call out anybody with a breast pocket as a doctor and will even announce that HE is a doctor on days that we dress him in a shirt with a pocket...

Today, Paxton is home sick with a fever. He was lying in bed awake when Daddy came home from work.

Daddy: Hi Paxton. How are you feeling?

Paxton: I have to see the doctor.

Daddy: (pointing to his breast pocket) Well guess what? I'm a doctor. Let me check you out. I'm going to look in your nose holes and your mouth hole and your ear holes...

Paxton: I need to see a different doctor.

-Joshua

The Power of Nursery Rhymes

Paxton: Uh-oh...I fell down and broke my crown.