In the last post I bragged about how Noah FINALLY began calling me Mommy last week. It has been music to my ears. I know he can say tons and tons of other things but it really bothered me that he flat out refused to say "Mommy". Now he runs across the room and hugs me and says "Mommy, Mommy!" and if I'm really lucky sometimes I get a "WUV WOO" too ("love you" for you toddler-translation-challenged folks). I realize how lucky David is to have gotten this royal treatment from Noah for the past...uh...YEAR!
Noah grabbed my camera the other day and turned on the video so I accidently got this video of him talking a little. Of course he is 2 inches from my face so the video is close up, to say the least. Click on the video if you care to watch...
Friday, September 26, 2008
Monday, September 22, 2008
"Over the river and through the woods...
(And around the lake and up the mountain)....to Grandmother's house we go"...This past weekend we traveled an hour north to David's mom's new house in the mountains. We had a lovely time and enjoyed the magnificent views from their home. The lake is charming and there is lots to do. I know a certain little boy who is going to have many fond memories of this place over the next few years. We packed a lot into 2 days. In addition to watching lots of SEC football and enjoying the hot tub, we had several home cooked meals together, walked by the lake, saw a waterfall, took Noah to the playground, the "beach" and the horse stables. The weather was the perfect glimpse into the fall season. I was relieved we didn't encounter any bears (which they have seen right in their backyard) but we did see many, many deer. They were everywhere, so Noah (and I) really got a kick out of that. My highlight of the weekend was that Noah...finally... started...calling.... me....Mommy!!! After all this time--all the pleading, begging, coaxing, bribing finally paid off and he quit calling me Daddy. It has been music to my ears hearing his sweet voice call "mommy" and run across the room to me. I'm trying to forget that he learned about 50-60 OTHER words before this one important one, but who's counting?
Here are a few of my favorite pictures from the weekend
Here are a few of my favorite pictures from the weekend
Friday, September 19, 2008
Just call him Casanova...
These pictures are from about 2 months ago so they are quite old but I just now realized I never posted them and they are too cute to just let them get lost in the massive digital photo vault somewhere on the computer. They are from a couple of swim dates/play dates Noah had with one of his little "girlfriend" named Savannah. They are so cute together. Noah really likes to give Savannah kisses so I had to take the pictures for the obligatory embarrassment of him in his teen years. I can't help but have the little tune in my head: "Noah and Savannah, sitting in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G!"
Tuesday, September 16, 2008
"Baby, where'd ya get those blue eyes?"
My friend Bridget took a couple of photos of Noah the other day and emailed these to me. Sometimes I still can't believe how blue Noah's eyes are (or how red his hair is) when my hair color and eyes are so dark. A few months after Noah was born and we figured out his deep blue eyes must be here to stay, we traced them back to his great-grandmother on David's side who apparently had deep blue eyes. I came across this on the internet today:
****"If you have blue eyes, you may be related to every other blue-eyed person in the world. Researchers in Denmark have found that every person with blue eyes descends from just one "founder," an ancestor whose genes mutated around 6,000 years ago. Before then, everyone had brown eyes."***********************
****"If you have blue eyes, you may be related to every other blue-eyed person in the world. Researchers in Denmark have found that every person with blue eyes descends from just one "founder," an ancestor whose genes mutated around 6,000 years ago. Before then, everyone had brown eyes."***********************
Wednesday, September 10, 2008
Finally, some recent photos to share
Finally I'm taking 5 minutes out of the hectic week to post some recent pictures since it's been a while. These were taken over a month ago but I've been wanting to share them. A lot has happened since these pictures (Noah started preschool, Noah visited Grandma and Papa for 5 days, learned all his ABC's and has finally stopped using the pacifier!) but I will have to post about all of that another time. We are actually trying to sell our house and move (not far though) so life has been crazy trying to get everything ready for the "For Sale" sign to go up in the yard, which it finally did this week. Now, If I can just keep a house ready to show with an almost 2-year old running around in destruction mode all the time! Should be interesting! Anyway, Enjoy the pictures and more updates are to come...
If that's not a mischievous look then I don't know what one is!
As you can see, Noah bypasses his hundreds of real toys and plays mainly with the laundry basket. He thinks he is "helping" me with the laundry when he empties all of the clean laundry onto the floor so he can play in the basket...
Look at that cute red hair!
Peek-A-Boo!
"Fed-Ex me to my Papa, please!"
If that's not a mischievous look then I don't know what one is!
As you can see, Noah bypasses his hundreds of real toys and plays mainly with the laundry basket. He thinks he is "helping" me with the laundry when he empties all of the clean laundry onto the floor so he can play in the basket...
Look at that cute red hair!
Peek-A-Boo!
"Fed-Ex me to my Papa, please!"
Thursday, September 4, 2008
Random tidbits
This post is just going to be a bunch of recent Noah tidbits. I haven’t posted in a while (been CRAZY busy but that is another blog story for another day) so here are some of the recent things going on in Noah’s life…to catch up the grandparents and any other sleep deprived friends and family who actually read this blog in the middle of the night for lack of anything better to do!
A quick recap on Noah’s “favorites”—his favorite color is still “blue”, favorite number is still “2”, favorite letter is still “L” (we don’t know why), his favorite living being is still our cat (we really don’t know why on that one—she’s hates him), his favorite TV characters are still Elmo, Curious George and Clifford and his favorite words are still “uh-oh” and “daddy”—in no particular order. Basically none of that has changed.
He is no longer such a picky eater. He has recently discovered spaghetti and her shovels it in with both hands as fast as he can. I never realized cleaning up after a meal could be such an arduous task until now. I now know why some moms strip their kids naked before they let them eat dinner. I can’t believe I used to complain that he didn’t like spaghetti. I can’t believe the mess this is causing. I fear his skin will turn permanently orange.
Instead of saying “All done” at the end of a meal now, Noah often puts both arms up in the air and yells “TOUCHDOWN!” While we as parents (diehard football fans) were thrilled at this new skill, we were so confused at first as to why he always did this in the highchair after eating and not in front of the TV while we are watching football. We then remembered the first time we tried to get Noah to say it, he happened to be sitting in the highchair at the time so now instead of associating it with SEC football he associates it with eating….oh well. At least he is learning useful vocabulary terms.
Noah’s language skills are starting to explode and he is learning more and more words everyday. I tried counting the other day the different words he knows and says and I got up to 40-50 which just seems crazy to me—where has the time gone? Sometimes we don’t even teach him the words so I’m not sure where he picks them up (who says kids don’t learn anything from TV?). Last week he pointed to a giraffe in one of his books and yelled “Giraffe!!!”. A couple of weeks ago David got him to say his first 2-word sentence and unfortunately I was there to witness the awful occasion….I say awful because MY son’s first 2 word sentence was “Goooooooo Dawgs!!!!” Gee, thanks David. That really warmed my heart. The worst thing was my parents were here visiting and they had to hear it too. I’ve never seen 2 grandparents look so appalled or downright disappointed. I’m really working on “Go Gators” with him but so far no luck. He did say “love you” the next day to me which really made me feel better knowing that “Go Dawgs” wasn’t the only sentence in his language vault.
Noah still flat out refuses to call me Mama, mommy, mom or anything related to the maternal population. Not sure why. I haven’t talked about it much in my blog because I would be lying if I said it wasn’t a sore subject with me. He is completely able to say mommy, he just refuses to. He used to call my mama and mommy all the time and then just abruptly stopped sometime in May and started calling my Daddy…all of the time. He also calls David Daddy of course. When I walk into the room he runs up to me screaming “Daddy, daddy daddy” and no matter what anyone does he only calls me that. When I point to myself and say “Who is this?” he proudly says “Daddy!” When anyone points to a picture of me and asks the same question they get the same response: “Daddy!” I really don’t get it. I spend nearly every waking hour with him but somehow he manages to forget my name 100% of the time but manages to remember the names of PBS tv show characters, the cat’s name, correct football terminology and the names of all his favorite animals and foods. He also somehow has managed to learn all of his ABC’s. My father eloquently pointed out to me the other day “Funny how you can get a 22 month old to learn all 26 letters of the alphabet but you can’t seem to teach him how to say “mommy.”
Yeah, funny.
A quick recap on Noah’s “favorites”—his favorite color is still “blue”, favorite number is still “2”, favorite letter is still “L” (we don’t know why), his favorite living being is still our cat (we really don’t know why on that one—she’s hates him), his favorite TV characters are still Elmo, Curious George and Clifford and his favorite words are still “uh-oh” and “daddy”—in no particular order. Basically none of that has changed.
He is no longer such a picky eater. He has recently discovered spaghetti and her shovels it in with both hands as fast as he can. I never realized cleaning up after a meal could be such an arduous task until now. I now know why some moms strip their kids naked before they let them eat dinner. I can’t believe I used to complain that he didn’t like spaghetti. I can’t believe the mess this is causing. I fear his skin will turn permanently orange.
Instead of saying “All done” at the end of a meal now, Noah often puts both arms up in the air and yells “TOUCHDOWN!” While we as parents (diehard football fans) were thrilled at this new skill, we were so confused at first as to why he always did this in the highchair after eating and not in front of the TV while we are watching football. We then remembered the first time we tried to get Noah to say it, he happened to be sitting in the highchair at the time so now instead of associating it with SEC football he associates it with eating….oh well. At least he is learning useful vocabulary terms.
Noah’s language skills are starting to explode and he is learning more and more words everyday. I tried counting the other day the different words he knows and says and I got up to 40-50 which just seems crazy to me—where has the time gone? Sometimes we don’t even teach him the words so I’m not sure where he picks them up (who says kids don’t learn anything from TV?). Last week he pointed to a giraffe in one of his books and yelled “Giraffe!!!”. A couple of weeks ago David got him to say his first 2-word sentence and unfortunately I was there to witness the awful occasion….I say awful because MY son’s first 2 word sentence was “Goooooooo Dawgs!!!!” Gee, thanks David. That really warmed my heart. The worst thing was my parents were here visiting and they had to hear it too. I’ve never seen 2 grandparents look so appalled or downright disappointed. I’m really working on “Go Gators” with him but so far no luck. He did say “love you” the next day to me which really made me feel better knowing that “Go Dawgs” wasn’t the only sentence in his language vault.
Noah still flat out refuses to call me Mama, mommy, mom or anything related to the maternal population. Not sure why. I haven’t talked about it much in my blog because I would be lying if I said it wasn’t a sore subject with me. He is completely able to say mommy, he just refuses to. He used to call my mama and mommy all the time and then just abruptly stopped sometime in May and started calling my Daddy…all of the time. He also calls David Daddy of course. When I walk into the room he runs up to me screaming “Daddy, daddy daddy” and no matter what anyone does he only calls me that. When I point to myself and say “Who is this?” he proudly says “Daddy!” When anyone points to a picture of me and asks the same question they get the same response: “Daddy!” I really don’t get it. I spend nearly every waking hour with him but somehow he manages to forget my name 100% of the time but manages to remember the names of PBS tv show characters, the cat’s name, correct football terminology and the names of all his favorite animals and foods. He also somehow has managed to learn all of his ABC’s. My father eloquently pointed out to me the other day “Funny how you can get a 22 month old to learn all 26 letters of the alphabet but you can’t seem to teach him how to say “mommy.”
Yeah, funny.
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