to capture the memory. It is not the easiest to hear, but hopefully it will be good enough for posterity sake.
Friday, November 19, 2010
Noah's favorite food by far is blueberries. He LOVES them. He wants to eat them all the time. If you ask him what he wants to eat, nine times out of ten he will say blueberries. Or at least he tries... It actually comes out "boobies." It is pretty funny. Unfortunately, since he loves them so much he talks about them quite a bit. In the store. In restaurants. At church. Pretty much if you have been around him at all lately, you have probably heard him talking about "boobies." As I said, it is pretty funny, but can also be slightly embarrassing when walking through the grocery store with your kid yelling "boobies" at the top of his lungs. Or at our small group Bible study, having him give a shout out to "boobies" during the middle of the prayer. I tried to get a video
Several weekends ago, we took Noah to Krispy Kreme for the first time. Noah immediately loved it. He loved watching the donuts being made and especially loved eating them.
If you know Brian, you know that he also loves Krispy Kreme. He may be the only person over the age of 10 who wears the hat the ENTIRE time he is in the store.
We went back to Krispy Kreme weekend before last. As soon as we pulled into the parking lot, Noah started saying "donuts." We didn't realize he knew that word. We ate our donuts and were getting ready to leave when a lady who worked there came up to us and asked if Noah would like to come in the back and make a donut. I don't know that Noah particularly cared, but Brian was all for it. She tried to get Noah put on a glove and do it, but that definitely wasn't happening so they ended up just watching.
Dipping the donut in chocolate...
Putting sprinkles on it (I think). Noah did end up doing this part.
Intently watching the process.
Last April, I posted on "Noah's new love"... a pair of blue sandals with fish on them. Well they have definitely been replaced now. He likes all shoes, but is particularly fond of one pair.
That's right, a pair of my slip on red flats. As you can see, they can be worn with pajamas ...
Or everyday wear...
Or sometimes just your underwear...
He will disappear into our closet and emerge from our room wearing them saying, "Mommy's shoes." It is pretty funny.
I am sure that one day, he will be embarassed by this post, but adolescence and adulthood would just not be the same without a few embarrasing pictures to bring you down a notch.
Thursday, November 11, 2010
I have been meaning to post for some time now, but just never got around to it. I knew it had been a while, but did not realize until just now that it has been over a month since my last post. Well, here goes nothing.
Since Noah could say pretty much anything, one of his favorite things to say has been the word "booka." We have no idea what 'booka" originally meant, but around Halloween, "booka" became synonymous with pumpkin. A couple nights before Halloween, we bought a pumpkin to carve. Noah was SOOOO excited. He loved the "booka."
Here he is kissing his "booka"
When it came time to carve, he wasn't quite as excited. He wasn't to keen on the slimy part.
He did pitch in and do a little scraping...
But mostly he just wanted to watch me carve and try to grab the knife. It made for some very fast carving. I would like to put a disclaimer on the shots of my belly... I am pregnant and Brian didn't warn me what they looked like while he was taking them. There is really just no way to make a semi-pregnant belly look good when you are hunched over on the floor. Oh well.
Once the pumpkin was carved, it became known as "booka face."
He was so excited about it...
Kissing the "booka face"... Only slightly dangerous with a lit candle in it. :)
Every night until that poor pumpkin was completely rotted, we would go outside and light it and he would scream "booka face" at the top of his lungs and run around. It was so much fun to watch.
The next day showing off his "booka face" with his "face shirt" on.
One of Noah's favorite things to do in the last month has been to put a blanket on his head and blindly walk around the house saying "Hi."
Brian and I thought he would make a perfect ghost for Halloween. We bought some white fabric from Walmart and I cut some eyeholes in it. As we were buying the material in Walmart, he was already putting it on his head saying "Hi." We just knew that it was going to be great. The weekend of Halloween, Brian was on call and worked pretty much the entire weekend. After a while of just me, Noah started getting pretty cranky and I started going crazy (pregnancy hormones were not helping). By the time Sunday night rolled around, we had both had enough. Noah refused to wear his costume and I resorted to tears. I gave up on the ghost and decided to go with Handy Manny putting him some jeans and a green tshirt. After all, he LOVES Handy Manny. I then tried to put a hat and tool belt on him, but that did not go over well. There was lots of screaming and many tears shed. Finally we loaded up in the car with him wearing jeans and a tshirt and headed to our church's Trunk-R-Treat. He was the only kid not dressed up, but I didn't care. I was just glad to be around other adults instead of at home by myself with a screaming toddler. Here he is with his friend Liam who's Mom managed to get him into an adorable Frankenstein costume. Way to go Crystal!
At least he got happier...
The closest he came to wearing an actual costume.
I guess there is always next year...