Some Noah stories so you can get to know him better...
Making up songs isn’t the only kind of making up he likes to do. He was greeting his cousin Abbey and he said: “Hi Abbey Shabby!” and then turned to me and said “Heyyyy I made up a new name!!” He gave Jake the new name “JakerNut”. I love it. But that changes from day to day too. Jake also goes as “Jake shake” and “Jakie chicken poo”.
When he gets in trouble for doing something naughty, and we tell him to stop whatever it is he is doing, he will often respond tearfully, “But it’s just so hard!!!” Yes, Noah, being good is so hard sometimes. Welcome to life.
Kyle had the happiest day ever because of a little conversation Noah and I had. I was putting dinner on the table, and I told Noah to come and eat. Noah said: “No, Mom. Football’s on. I’ve gotta watch this.” You should have seen Kyle’s face. He was in fatherhood heaven. I let them eat in the living room, just this once :)
He’s a smart kid, and so I’m sure it’s just a matter of time before watching football becomes prime manipulation opportunity. He did manage to squeeze 30 more minutes of staying up past bedtime because he “just wanted to watch a little more football with Dad!”
He is growing up fast. We were sitting at the table the other day during lunch and he said: “Mom, let’s talk.” I said, “About what?” He said; “About growing up.” I said, “Ok. What do you want to be when you grow up?” He said: “a blue troodon” (that’s a dinosaur). I said: “oh wow” And, not to leave any doubt in my mind about that possibility, he said: “Mom, boys CAN grow up to be dinosaurs.”
This kid is hilarious when he talks like an adult. He held up a phone charger and asked me, “Mom, what is this?” I said: “It’s a phone charger.” In the most condescending tone (that made me question which one of us was the adult) he said: “No, sweetie, it’s a lasso."
Noah has started getting very wishy. He laments often, in the sorriest, saddest tone: “I wish...” followed by whatever his little heart desires at that moment.
“I wish I was Jake.” (why? so he could read books with me.)
Once he said to me: “I wish you’d stop, Mom.” (said so pathetically) I said, stop what? He said: “Stop saying bad things.” I said: “what bad things am I saying??” he said: “Stop saying bad things telling me to go to bed!”
(picture taken when he fell asleep on the couch while watching tv)
He also recently visited Auntie Lars and my brothers Christian and Andrew were there too. When we were driving away, he started crying and said: “I wish I could stay at Lars’ house forever!” He’s started using forever and never very frequently.
He also makes sweeping statements like: “Mom you are the strongest girl ever!” (which I prefer to “Mom, you are the biggest girl in the world!”)
One day we were waiting in the car for Kyle, and while we waited, Noah spotted a man that he thought looked like Dad. What does Dad look like anyway, I asked. Noah said: “He has the biggest neck of any guy in America!”
Speaking of America, Dinosaur Train has helped him learn a little geography. He was playing the piano and singing an original Noah song and I heard him these lyrics: “There are 350 kinds of dinosaurs in South America!”
(one of the dinosaurs he built out of rocks in our backyard)
“I wish I was Jake.” (why? so he could read books with me.)
Once he said to me: “I wish you’d stop, Mom.” (said so pathetically) I said, stop what? He said: “Stop saying bad things.” I said: “what bad things am I saying??” he said: “Stop saying bad things telling me to go to bed!”
(picture taken when he fell asleep on the couch while watching tv)He also recently visited Auntie Lars and my brothers Christian and Andrew were there too. When we were driving away, he started crying and said: “I wish I could stay at Lars’ house forever!” He’s started using forever and never very frequently.
He also makes sweeping statements like: “Mom you are the strongest girl ever!” (which I prefer to “Mom, you are the biggest girl in the world!”)
One day we were waiting in the car for Kyle, and while we waited, Noah spotted a man that he thought looked like Dad. What does Dad look like anyway, I asked. Noah said: “He has the biggest neck of any guy in America!”
Speaking of America, Dinosaur Train has helped him learn a little geography. He was playing the piano and singing an original Noah song and I heard him these lyrics: “There are 350 kinds of dinosaurs in South America!”
(one of the dinosaurs he built out of rocks in our backyard)Making up songs isn’t the only kind of making up he likes to do. He was greeting his cousin Abbey and he said: “Hi Abbey Shabby!” and then turned to me and said “Heyyyy I made up a new name!!” He gave Jake the new name “JakerNut”. I love it. But that changes from day to day too. Jake also goes as “Jake shake” and “Jakie chicken poo”.
When he gets in trouble for doing something naughty, and we tell him to stop whatever it is he is doing, he will often respond tearfully, “But it’s just so hard!!!” Yes, Noah, being good is so hard sometimes. Welcome to life.Kyle had the happiest day ever because of a little conversation Noah and I had. I was putting dinner on the table, and I told Noah to come and eat. Noah said: “No, Mom. Football’s on. I’ve gotta watch this.” You should have seen Kyle’s face. He was in fatherhood heaven. I let them eat in the living room, just this once :)
He’s a smart kid, and so I’m sure it’s just a matter of time before watching football becomes prime manipulation opportunity. He did manage to squeeze 30 more minutes of staying up past bedtime because he “just wanted to watch a little more football with Dad!”He is growing up fast. We were sitting at the table the other day during lunch and he said: “Mom, let’s talk.” I said, “About what?” He said; “About growing up.” I said, “Ok. What do you want to be when you grow up?” He said: “a blue troodon” (that’s a dinosaur). I said: “oh wow” And, not to leave any doubt in my mind about that possibility, he said: “Mom, boys CAN grow up to be dinosaurs.”
This kid is hilarious when he talks like an adult. He held up a phone charger and asked me, “Mom, what is this?” I said: “It’s a phone charger.” In the most condescending tone (that made me question which one of us was the adult) he said: “No, sweetie, it’s a lasso."
8 comments:
Too cute! This makes me laugh. Your kids are adorable!
It is such a fun stage of growth to watch kids in. They are just trying to figure out the world and tell you how it is. So funny!
Noah is a genius! I can't get over how smart he is and all the amazing things he says to you! He is so funny. I love the stories. I'm glad you write them so I can enjoy them too!
I love that kid!
Listen Kate, When I drive all the way down from Eagle Mountain to slave day and night putting in hardwood floors just for you, I expect a little gratitude. Like one picture on your blog. Is that too much to ask?
"No sweetie, it's a lasso." Classic, I love it.
Oh my gosh, Kate! That was hilarious! I feel like I don't even know that kid! When did he get so big? He is so stinking funny! Almost 3 year olds are awesome!
These stories are priceless. What a great kid! I'm happy you're public again (or at least you're back in my reader on a regular basis) so I can keep track of you guys.
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