This update on Noah is long overdue. Knowing I would eventually get around to writing it, I've been keeping notes about the new stages he has reached and funny things he's said and done in the past six weeks--and as I look back at my notes, I realize that what was a milestone a month ago is now old news! It's amazing how much he's grown in such a short time. He's twenty months old today. Time flies.
So this is what our little Noah Bug has been up to lately:
Doing chores. A few weeks ago, I was trying to unload the dishwasher, and Noah kept getting in my way--throwing the silverware on the floor, climbing on the open door, etc. I thought, This is a job I am just going to have to do when he is napping or strapped into his high chair. But then it occurred to me: Maybe Noah could help?
|He plops down on the ground and waits for me to sweep up the crumbs|
Talking up a storm. This boy is a talker. In the past few weeks, he's started putting words and phrases together into meaningful little sentences. He will tell his dad, "Hit it hard!" when they are playing with his hammer game, or he will tell me "Later, Alligator!" when he is shutting his bedroom door to play by himself. He knows his colors now and can usually identify them correctly. He busts out new words every day that I didn't realize he knew and that I don't remember teaching him. Just today, I was wrestling with him on the floor, and he said, "Steamroller!" That one definitely came from his dad!
Earlier this week, I parked the car at the grocery store and let out a long, belabored sigh (I hate grocery shopping), and I heard a little voice from the backseat pipe up, "Mommy tired." I was so shocked that he could read my body language. Amazing what kids pick up on, whether or not they can verbalize it.
Going commando. Noah may be a smarty-pants, but his mother sure isn't. The other day, when we got home from a morning of running errands, his pants and his car seat were all wet. Confused, I checked to see if his diaper had slid over to the side somehow, and I realized, in horror, that I had never put a diaper on him that morning. Who puts skinny jeans on their son and doesn't realize that his bum is exposed?? I am such an airhead! Fortunately this accident wasn't messier--or more public!
Giving himself permission. Noah has this cute habit of saying "Okay!" all the time. Whenever he asks me for something and I repeat what he said, just to make sure I understood him correctly, he responds, "Okay!" as if he is agreeing with an idea that I came up with. It's really funny. Sometimes he doesn't even wait for my response--he just tells himself "Okay!" in the same breath that he makes a request. He'll say, "Play toys? Okay!" or "More ice cream? Okay!" Sneaky boy--giving himself permission to do what he wants. His great grandpa gives him real ice cream, but fortunately, his mother can get away with pureeing frozen bananas with milk and spinach. We do this together so often that he knows the process and asks "Spinach?" when we get to that step, and then gleefully throws several handfuls into the blender. This is the kind of "ice cream" I will always say "okay" to, and he gobbles it up by the bowlful.
|Yes, he eats all of that.|
He also gives himself permission not to do things. One of his favorite phrases is "No want to...okay!" (Because that is obviously going to change my mind about making him brush his teeth or take his medicine, right?) He recently started attending the nursery class at our church, and whenever we start walking down the hallway toward the classroom and he realizes we are going to leave him, he starts shaking his head vehemently and saying, "No want to...okay! No want to...okay!" It's kind of hilarious.
Clinging to his parents. Speaking of his aversion to nursery class, Noah has gotten very clingy all of the sudden. He doesn't like us to leave him, even with his grandparents, and he doesn't want to go to class at church. His pediatrician says this is developmentally appropriate for his age, and we just need to reassure him that we are coming back, give him a kiss, say goodbye, and leave.
This has been helping. He still screams hysterically when we first leave him, but, as has been the case with Noah throughout his short life, if we don't give in to him, he gets the picture. His first few weeks in nursery, he screamed for at least half the time (bless those sweet teachers), but now he usually only screams for thirty seconds or so.
Obsessing over balloons (as usual). What is with this boy's balloon fetish? It is getting borderline out-of-control. When we are in public places and he spots a balloon, he starts shouting, "Ba-loon! Ba-loon! Ba-loon!" so loudly and for so long that people always end up giving him what he wants (which is kind of embarrassing). The other day we were at the post office, and the guy at the desk had one of those little shiny balloons stuck in a plant by the cash register. Noah, of course, went berserk with excitement, until the old guy finally handed the balloon to Noah. I said, "You really don't have to do that." His response, in a totally monotone voice, was, "This is all the government gave me for 35 years of service. He can keep it." Hahaha.
Noah briefly had all of his wildest dreams come true when our apartment complex tethered a giant balloon to one of the buildings near our apartment (you know, to draw in all of those potential tenants who love balloons as much as my twenty-month-old son). The first thing Noah wanted to do when he woke up in the morning was look out the window to see his big balloon. He was in heaven. Sadly, the balloon must have blown away one windy night a few days ago. Noah keeps looking out the window this week and pathetically saying, "Ba-loon flew way. Buh-bye, Ba-loon."
|I really just have to wonder why they thought this balloon would bring in business...hmmm.|
Fake crying and driving his mama bonkers. Lest you think life with Noah is all bliss with no frustrations, let me tell you that he can really pitch a fit when he wants to. If he doesn't get his way, he throws his head back and lets out a ridiculous fake cry: "Maaaaahhhhh!" He seems to be especially whiny in the mornings, and some days he does this fake cry (which usually escalates into a real cry) on and off for hours. Those are the days that I cannot get us out of the house fast enough because as soon as we go for a walk or an outing, he is usually okay. Here he is walking his caterpillar on one of those fussy days:
|Life's tough when you don't have a dog.|
|Finally happy with his favorite playmate|
|Riding around on a toy lawn mower, of course.|
Other cute photos of Noah from this month:
|I love his gut. He loves his cars.|
|Sweetly reading a book on our way to the Children's Museum|
|My sister Sarah gave him this very classy onesie:|
"Is it legal to carry guns this big?" Nice, Sarah.
|"Helping" Great Grampy|
|Cousin bath time!|
Jade looks a little concerned to be in the tub with Batman.
|Cousin storytime with Aunt Laura|
(she came to visit last week--funnest!)
P.S. Now I see why I don't write these updates very often--holy cow, that took me a long time! I hope someone out there enjoyed reading that (Grandma Nielson?) because I could've been cleaning my house for the past two hours! I sometimes think about my future children--the ones who are not going to get long blog posts written about them because their mama will be too busy with a bunch of kiddos--and I feel a little bad for them. Oh well, they'll get over it.