So my poor little Noah is the middle child at the moment. He got kicked out of his room so his little sis could take over the nursery. He was then put in Luke's room, which doesn’t always work out so well (my children are entirely too hyper together). I usually end up putting Luke to bed first, so he isn’t tired for school. But that makes my little Noah homeless. He usually falls asleep in the playroom and then I transfer him once he is asleep. Once I pointed and told him to take a toy to his room, and he said “no that’s Lukey’s room”. Poor little Noah the Nomad.
Here are some of the reasons why my middle man is completely adorable.
When ever you start a movie he feels the need to run and hide. Don’t ask me why he is just a weirdo.
I have to unzip his footsie jammies so he can put his finger in his belly button to fall asleep.
When we were eating lunch he dropped his fork.
Noah – “oh, where’s my fork.”
Mom – “Here it is”
Noah – “oh, put it in my hand”
(Then he proceeded to just shovel his food into his mouth with his free hand, so much for utensils)
When we were eating lunch he dropped his fork.
Noah – “oh, where’s my fork.”
Mom – “Here it is”
Noah – “oh, put it in my hand”
(Then he proceeded to just shovel his food into his mouth with his free hand, so much for utensils)
He just loves his Great Grandpa's cowboy statue.
Noah – “No, I’m not a bad boy, I’m No-no.
I just love the way he says Two of them.
Noah – “I got foo fhum.”
I never correct him cuz I just think he is so dang cute.
He makes a cute little smacking noise in his sleep; I think he is still looking for that binkie. So sweet. He has a deep appreciation for books, all things dino, M&Ms, and candy corn. He loves it when I do his hair in a foe hawk, he pretends he is a “dinosaur rex”. He can name a lot of the dinosaurs. He does the cutest little jig when he knows I am going to give him some candy. And lastly, I just love his sad face. He gets a hilarious expression on his face when he is sad.
Newborn Sad Face
Nowadays Sad Face
He is just so precious to me. I love him.















Then they had to waltz with their partners (Luke hooked up with a bumble bee beauty). I kept tearing up watching him out on that school cafeteria dance floor. (I just know that I am going to be one of those moms that sneaks into his high school prom to get a peak.) I am pretty sure I enjoyed myself more than Luke. We did the chicken dance, monster mash, and a 3 Little Pigs blues routine together. Luke covered his ears mostly or wanted me to pick him up. He didn’t really want his picture taken; he must have been trying to be Mr. Cool guy in front of his friends. He really did have fun dancing and singing with his buddies even though the pictures don't show it.
