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Friday, October 19, 2012

Oh yeah!


The latest news about Noah...

Our boy is saying many things that are giving us joy and cracking us up these days.  Carin and I are particularly fond of his "Oh yeah"s.  The ladies at his day care also find this funny.  We'll go to pick him up, and...

"Noah, do you want to go home?"

"Oh yeah!  Oh yeah!"

He's also become quite fond of the word "happy," which is such a nice word to hear.

He's gotten much better with his pleases ("Peeeez"), and he's starting to say thank you with more frequency ("Faaakoo").

There are tantrums, to be sure, but he's also learning (slowly) that these are things Mommy and Daddy don't like.  "Noah, do you need to take a break and calm down?" we'll ask, and we can see him trying to control his emotions.  It is hard for him sometimes, but it's so cute to watch him try.

Other things... He has a choo choo train on his dresser that is made up of four cars, each in the shape of a letter from his name, connected by magnets (plus engine and caboose).  He is always requesting to hold one of these train cars, and he is very deliberate as to which one he wants to hold at any given point.  Last night, he wanted the "N."

ME:  "You want the N? 

NOAH: "Oh yah."

ME: "This is the N.  N is for...?"

NOAH: "No-ah"

Yes, he's finally starting to say his name--yet another thing that makes us swoon.

And really..."Swooning" is the best word to describe what we do all the time.  It is like a constant state of being head over heels in love with this guy.  A mere word or glance from him, even just a thought of him, is enough to send us swooning like lovesick teenagers, "He's so dreamy, isn't he?"  It's like a high, a drug, this kid.  He's just as good as it gets.

Noah still eats in a high chair, but he's eager to experiment

Our ambitious little reader.

Friday, October 12, 2012

Bob and Toby in LA

Here are some photos from Grandma and Grandpa's recent visit.




Cuddling on the bed with Mommy and Daddy.



Shabbat dinner in the backyard.





At Rive Gauche.  Noah loves French food.  Must be genetic.