Another round of Drew-isms

- The other day I was on the phone with my best friend. A glance at the clock told me it had been a while since Drew had made a trip to the potty. I told him it was time to go, to which he responded, "Mom, I can't wight now. My need to pway nakey soccer." I responded that he could play naked soccer after he went potty - thinking that he was just running his mouth to kill time. Apparently not. He came out of the bathroom stripping and proceeded to kick the ball and run all over the house stark naked. Ah, the advent of a new sport.

- This was posted on my fb wall but for those of you who may have missed it. Drew was headed out to run errands with Jesse the other day. I asked him if he needed his ball cap since he wears one almost constantly these days. "No Mom," he said, "I have a head."

- On the subject of errands, after dropping Jesse off at work Drew asked what we would be doing next (Now what we gonna dos?). I reminded him that it was nap time. "No, Mommy! I a big boy...I could run ewwands!"

- Sitting across from him on the couch Sunday, I saw that he had Bop-Bop (infamous blanket) cradled in one arm and his Bear in the other. He was holding Peter Pan and looked up at me, "I'm weading to my babies, Baby Bop and Baby Bear."

- Along that same strain, before every bite he took at lunch today, he attempted to cram some into Alvin, the chipmunks mouth. "I have to feed Baby Alvin," he said to me calmly.

- Yes, he's still obsessed with babies. So much so that last month when I wasn't feeling well and asked him not to jump on me, he crammed his hand down my shirt, started feeling around and yelling, "Its cause you have a baby in your tummy? Do you? Do you have my baby sister in there?!?!" He was not pleased with the answer. I may soon have a revolt on my hands.

- Lately, he's heard talk of houses while hanging around grown ups. Yesterday, as we took a stroll to the park, we passed a house that I really liked. Apparently, he liked it too. On our way back, he let go of my hand and headed up their driveway. I quickly grabbed him and got him back to the sidewalk where he said, "But Mommy, we sayed we liked that house. I was going to see it!

Hmm, time to wrap it up but as always, I'll give you one for the road.

- This morning he was playing with his big trucks in the living room. As I watched, he picked up his keyboard (a Christmas gift from my parents), turned it over and laid it at an angle so that it was propped up on one end. I asked what he was doing to which he responded that this was a hill. I reminded him that it was actually his piano and that wasn't a good game to play with it. He gave me a sympathetic look and said, "No, Mom...its weally a hill." Sometimes I'm certain that he thinks I'm mentally inept.