Funny man

(May 8) Too tired to sit up while driving his truck on the couch...but never too tired to try on my sunglasses!

The Curl

I love all of Noah, but there are a few things that I will really miss about his baby/toddler years:

his little, dimpled hands,

his pudgy toddler belly, and

the blonde little duck-curl at the nape of his neck.

He'll have his first haircut soon, and that will be the lock that I keep.

Toothy Grin

(May 7)

My New Favorite

I love this smile. He loves smiling this smile!

(Every night after his bath, I hold him in front of the mirror, count "1, 2, 3!" and we both wrinkle our noses & smile at each other. I love that!)

(April 30) Noah spent a day playing with his buddy Eva Hutchings while I was at work. Thanks for the great pictures, Carrie!

Little Nakeds, Part III

(April 14) Notice the water level - almost to his armpits. Dave was so busy washing Noah he forgot to turn off the faucet. Noah loved it!

Line 'em up!

(April 14) Noah loves lining up his trucks, just like his daddy used to!

Easter

(April 12) Noah wasn't interested in getting his picture taken with either of us, but he loved the egg hunt! We practiced for a few days & his first was at our neighborhood hunt. He picked up each egg, opened it, dumped the contents on the grass, and put the empty egg in his basket. He wisened up at the church hunt, when he figured out there were jellybeans inside! (He's popping one in the bottom L picture).

Chillin'

Literally. He loves sitting in the fridge!

(April 11)

Lesson Learned

Don't take a tired, hungry toddler to the grocery store.

Even if you have just a few things to grab & you think you'll be in & out quickly, don't. Trust me on this one.

My morning ended like this: Noah, previously happy with pushing his little 'Customer in Training' shopping cart, was lying on the floor in full meltdown while I frantically chased bouncing rubber balls, chucked in all directions by my frustrated little man. After 10 min. of watering (eyes weeping/nose dripping/spit running) through the checkout line, I finally heaved him, milk & 2 bags out the door.

Embarrassment over? Not yet!

After crossing 1/2 the parking lot (holding my only free hand), Noah decided he was officially D-O-N-E. Back to meltdown, only better: lying on his stomach, face on the pavement. When I coaxed him over, all previously watered surfaces were now mudded with parking lot grime. And all this while I grimaced/waved/apologized to the crowd of auto onlookers, waiting for us to move so they could drive past (his chosen place of rest: the middle of the driving aisle).

He's finally napping, after a good cleaning, a drive home, & a PBHoney sandwich. I will never make that mistake again!

(Famous last words.)