Showing posts with label singing. Show all posts
Showing posts with label singing. Show all posts

Sunday, November 18, 2012

Paul free-styles the Alphabet Song

It's Jazz, baby. It's all Jazz. . .



I regret that I did not video capture the number immediately preceding this one - it was an ode to a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, and full of "yeah!" and happy noises.

Sunday, January 22, 2012

Friday, May 7, 2010

The Next American Idol

So, Paul was sitting in his chair, cheerfully making a horrible screaming noise, and I adminished him, "Paul!" He looked over at me a *very* hurt look on his face and said, "Mommy, I singing!"

Sunday, October 18, 2009

Sunday, December 21, 2008

Old MacDonald had a Paul. . .

. . .e-i e-i oh. And Old MacDonald should have invested in disaster-insurance. . .ay-yi ay-yi owe. . .