Monday, May 17, 2010

The Carseat Bandits

Thursday, I took the boys to run some errands. We went to Target and the grocery store. When we got to Target, John was asleep, so I set his seat in the basket of the shopping cart and put Noah is the seat. As we shopped, I tucked things between John's seat and the basket wall. We checked out and then went to the grocery store. When we arrived at the grocery store, I realized we had accidentally stolen Children's Tylenol. It was in John's seat. So, after we finished our grocery shopping, we went back to Target to pay for the Tylenol. The lady at customer service couldn't believe I came back with both boys.

Greg's phone would not charge. Over the weekend, he took it to the Sprint store. They couldn't figure out what was wrong with it, so they ordered him a new one. Tonight, Greg and Noah went to get the new phone. Noah was playing salesman in the store and went back behind the counter. Greg went to grab him and noticed he was playing dangerously close to the panic button. About 10 minutes later, they were getting into the car and Noah commented on the "fire truck" coming. (Can you guess where this is going?) The police pulled up to the Sprint store... Noah had pushed the button. Never a dull moment, right?

Wednesday, May 12, 2010

The Time is Passing

I've been rather bad about blogging as of late... Can you guess why? Here's what you've missed.

Greg has been traveling quite a bit. So, one week, I packed up the boys and headed to MiMi's house. MiMi gave John a bath in the sink. You can't tell, but John is looking at Noah. He loves to look at his older brother.


We took Noah (and John) to an event put on by Parents as Teachers. It was called "On the Go." They had a bus, police car, mail truck, fire truck, ambulance, etc.


Noah's 1st Bus Ride


John's 1st Bus Ride



Officer Noah

Greg loves to golf. One Sunday afternoon, we headed to the driving range. That turned out not to be the best idea we've ever had... Crying babies and yelling toddlers are not what you expect when you go hit a bucket of balls.


Noah with his golf clubs

Each month, I take a picture of the boys in the red chair on the date of their birth. So, on the 18th of April, I put John in the chair. He wouldn't wake up, but I took the picture anyway since he's so cute. At that point, he was 7 weeks. I spent 2 days trying to figure out how he was only 7 weeks, but 2 months... He wasn't born on the 18th. Noah was. He was born on the 25th. (Does that mean I'm not getting enough sleep???)



7 wk picture

So, here are the boys on John's actual 2 month birthday. Noah always wants to get in the picture too. It's pretty cute. It's nearly impossible to get them to both look at the camera. You take what you can get, right?


the REAL 2 month picture

A couple of weeks ago, I went to Branson for my sweet friend's baby shower. John went with me. Noah and Greg went to the Cardinals game. It was Noah's first Cardinals game. I'm a little sad I missed it, but they had fun. Noah suffered a minor injury. He fell and busted his lip open. We kept asking him if it was better and he'd say, "No, not yet."

He didn't own a Cardinals shirt, so we had to go with one with a baseball on it. I've since purchased him a Cardinals shirt and hat.







Noah and John in their "matching" shirts
We went to our friend's house for a little play date. Noah came walking out like this... He's wearing heels.



Remember the 84 other people who were pregnant with me? Well, all the babies have arrived. Here are a few... Champ Hunter (1 week), Nathaniel Thom (7 weeks), and Giant John (9 weeks).


John got me a Mother's Day present all on his own with no help from anyone. He slept all night Saturday night. I fed him at 8p at our friend's house. When we got home I put him to bed. He didn't wake up until 5:30a. He hasn't done it since, but really, he does quite well. He usually goes 7-8 hours every night. The problem is, he has his last feeding at 8. I keep trying to push him back or wake him up before I go to bed. It always backfires on me... He's getting there though.

Noah loves to help Greg in the yard. I use the term help loosely. He always seems to think he needs daddy's tools. It doesn't stop Greg though! He just uses Noah's. Not nearly as efficient...


Noah loves to look at geese and other water fowl. On Mother's Day, we went to Whole Foods for some gelato and then walked around the pond. There are geese, ducks, and swans.


Noah feeding the geese

Noah and John at the gym

Tuesday, May 11, 2010

You Never Know What He'll Say (or Do)

Like most boys, Noah is constantly skinning his knees. Saturday, he fell twice and did a little damage. When he got up from his nap, he told my mom she would have to put him in his car seat. He wouldn't be able to climb in because of his knees. Now how did he know that???

Sunday after church, we went to lunch to celebrate John's dedication and Mother's Day. Noah did something (I really didn't see what happened) and Greg got up to discipline him. Noah said "It was an accident." When that didn't stop Greg, he said "It was on purpose." He was going to try anything.

Sadly, sweet little John has a hernia. We went to meet with the surgeon yesterday. Noah was with us, of course. After all, he is my trusty sidekick! I was talking to Dr. Dillon. Noah was playing. The surgeon explained they would go in, make sure everything was in place, close it up. They would use steri strips, not glue. Noah pipes in and says, "Open it up, close it up. We won't use glue. And we're just talking today." He doesn't miss a thing!

Monday, May 10, 2010

You Never Know What He'll Say (or Do)

When I take a shower, I always put Noah in his room with the gate up. I got him into his room and put the gate up. Noah said he wanted his frog. I threw him over the gate. Noah handed him back to me and said, "Don't throw him. Can you hand him to me?" (Now where do you suppose he's heard that before?)

He asked where his friend, Canon, lives. I said Eureka. He said "My-reka."

Noah is always saying, "I almost fell down," or "I almost burped," when in fact he he did do whatever he said he "almost" did.

Noah asked me one morning if I had a boo-boo from my glasses. I said no. He then pointed to a blemish on my forehead.

Whenever I say something silly or do something silly, I say "ding dong." We were at Dewy's (a very yummy pizza place). I asked our server for a 1/2 cup of milk for Noah. She brought it back and said it was a little more than half full. She sat it down in front of Noah and he said, "Ding dong." Luckily, I'm pretty sure she didn't hear him.

Noah was playing in the "not so great room," as Greg calls it. He said out of the blue, "Thank you, my good mudder."

He was sitting on his potty and said, "Do you hear the pee-pees going in there?"

I had to run into the Family Christian Store. My mom staying in the car with the boys so I could just get in and out. Noah said to my mom, "Is that Dick's?" It was indeed.

A few weeks ago, as we were about to leave church, one of our friends asked Noah what was in the case as she pointed to a soft guitar case over some one's shoulder. Noah said, "A gun."

I had the boys at a meeting with me. I put Noah in the stroller so he was contained. He said to the lady next to me, "I like your shoes." A bit later, he told me he wanted to get out. I said no. The next thing I know, he's out. He had told the lady how to get him out of the stroller. He had just buttered her up... Smart fellow.

Noah told my mom to sit by him on the floor. She told him she wanted to sit on the chair, he said, "Come sit by me, I told you."