More Jude Says

I love the funny things kids say.

A few weeks ago, I asked Jude if he wanted to help me bake cookies. He was, of course, excited, but I explained that we had to wait for the butter to get soft before we could start. He responded, "Yes, we wait for the butter get soft, then we can pet it." I guess all those times I told him to pet animals softly has really stuck with him!

Jude really, really loves nursery (church class for 18mos-3yr). Lately, he's been more and more excited to go, and less happy about leaving. The other week Peter and I came to pick Jude up after church and he started to get upset about having to leave. He told us, "Just go back to sunday school! Here; I show you the door." Everyone, including the nursery leaders, laughed pretty hard at his unintentional use of a colloquial phrase. Now, Jude says it all the time, like when I go to shower, "Mom, I show you the shower," and he has to escort me there, or when Dad leaves for work, "Here, I show you the garage."

Jude has become quite the little singer. Amazingly, he knows the words to a lot of songs (mostly Thomas songs). One time I caught him singing the theme song to "Jake and the Neverland Pirates," only apparently, he felt it needed some religious flair. So I listened to him sing, to the tune of the Jake theme, "Jesus Christ and the Neverland pirates...and ME!"

A couple nights ago I went to the Oakland Temple. I usually leave around 7 to catch the 8pm session. Since Jude's bedtime has now moved back to 7:30 in an attempt to get him to stop waking up at the crack of dawn every morning, Jude witnessed me leaving. When he started to get upset, I explained to him "Mommy's going to the temple! She'll be back!" He responded, very frantically, "NO! No! Don't go temple! Don't get married! Just stay here! Don't get married!" Apparently, our efforts to emphasize that we get married in the temple are working...

Lately, Jude's decided to try a new form of mom-torture: refusing to get things for himself and screaming for me to get them. Like when he drops his sippy cup at his feet and hysterically begs for me to come pick it up. Yeah, no way kid. One time I became exasperated at the fight and said sternly, "Jude! You have legs! Go pick it up yourself!" He responded, "No. I just have wheels! I just have wheels!"