Wednesday, October 26, 2011

The Lone Star State

As Noah & I were leaving the Y this morning, he asked me why we sweat. I gave him a couple reasons, one of which was, "It gets rid of toxins, or the bad stuff in our bodies." He replied, "It gets rid of Texans?"

If only.

Monday, October 17, 2011

Older like me.

Today at BECEP, Noah sat in a rocking chair and when the teacher asked him if he was okay, he sadly replied, "I miss my Mom." But the teacher was able to lure him back into participation by initiating the "skeleton dance" in this season of Halloween. When I picked him up, he said, "Mom! We did the skeleton dance. I really like it. You can see it when you're older. Older when you're 3, like me."

Tuesday, October 4, 2011

Baby Blues

I don't know how much longer Noah will request this, but I want to write it down so I don't forget that it was a constant at this age.

"I want milk. In a blue cup."

He always wanted to drink from the blue plastic cups. Sometimes it was an all-out tantrum if he didn't get his favorite color choice!

Monday, October 3, 2011

Sweet brothers

On another trip in the van (he has some classic moments as a commuter)...we were on our way to BECEP for preschool. Out of the blue he says, "I wish I could always be with Caleb. Caleb's so sweet." pause "His hair is so soft. It's like a pillow."

Give me a hand.

We went out to eat to celebrate Rachel's 9th birthday. We find Noah's lack of short-term memory to be a bit funny at times as he'll often ask us where we're going as we're in the van or where we just were. So this particular Sunday, as Noah was using the bathroom right before bed, he asked me, "Where'd we go again?"
Me: "Paradiso." Noah: "Oh yeah, I had chicken hands."

I laughed so hard. He had chicken fingers. He wanted chicken nuggets but they only had fingers. That led to a discussion of why they're called fingers and Paul described how they are thin and long like fingers. Apparently that whole image of a hand is what stuck in his brain.