Ok so that is not a black eye you see, it is just Noah getting into my makeup. Luke really didn’t investigate too much when he was little. Noah on the other hand, is into everything. As you can see he loves my makeup. I only wish I had gotten a picture of when he got into my lipstick too. I know, I know, put it where he can’t reach it. (He still finds a way to get into it.) And how can I not refer to the time he smothered his Grandma's upholstered dinning room chair with a tub of butter, or the time he pumped lotion into his hands and encrusted it all over the mirror, or the time he put a gang of his toy dinos into a gallon of milk.
And there is always the strange substances found inside his mouth, rocks, dirt, all toys, sheetrock, paper, a certain unmentionable green matter from his nose, you name it, he eats it. There is never a dull moment with Noah-Nator around, I love him.


