Sunday, November 24, 2013

Things Noah Says... and Does... Well, Just a Noah Update.

Noah is (almost) always adorable, but here are a few things he's said and done, and conversations we've had lately that I really don't want to forget:


After he poured orange juice into the blender for our smoothies...
Me: "You did such a good job!  You're a good pourer.  I'm impressed."
Noah: "I know!  I'm almost a grown up."


Noah: "Where do the TV shows go when they're not on?"
(Seriously I didn't know how to answer that)


Noah: "I'm your kid and I'm Daddy's kid.  And Isaiah is your kid and Isaiah is Daddy's kid!"
Me: "That's right!"
Noah: "Mommy, do you share us with Daddy?"
Me: "Um, well kind of, but not really.  Because you're just both of our kids, so it's not really like I'm sharing you with him.  You're just both of ours."
Noah: "But Mommy, that's sharing!"


A long time ago, probably before he even turned 3, I told Noah "I love you to pieces."  He responded with "I love you THREE pieces!"  Ever since then he always tells me how many pieces he loves me, which often goes something like this: "You wanna know how many pieces I love you?  I love you one hundred, 2 fousand, free hundred, two fousand, one miwwion, FREE FOUSAND, TEN FOUSAND pieces!"


About a week ago he fell outside and smashed his forehead on the cement.  He got a HUGE goose egg (I'm not sure I'd ever seen one so big), and at first he called it a "goose egg".  But then somehow he switched to calling it "my headache".  As in, "Be careful of my headache!"  And "Mom!  Isaiah is trying to touch my headache!!!"

(You can see slight evidence of his "headache" in the picture below.)


Noah loves to be creative.  He loves to draw, cut, tape, glue, and paint.  Then he tapes up his creations all over the house for us to enjoy.  Actually, as I'm writing this he just got out his paper and pencil crayons and said "Let's get creative!"  His absolute favourite thing to draw right now is fish.  Sometimes he draws his own fish, other times he asks us to draw a fish for him and then he "customizes" it.  He doesn't "decorate" things, he "customizes" them.  He came up with that term himself back when we were still living at our old house.  It still makes me laugh.

Talking about that made me remember this time in the summer when I was taking the boys to get my parents and go down by the bridge.  Noah had coloured patterns on little squares of paper, and then gave them to Granny and Gramper, calling them "gift cards".  "I made a gift card for you!"

A couple of weeks ago we were going to this grocery store that gives out a free cookie to kids who come in with their parents to shop.  I told Noah we were going to go there and he looked very serious and said "But I don't have anything to give her!  I'm going to go draw her a picture."  So he did.  


Everyday for the past couple of months we have made smoothies.  And Noah loves for us to sit on the floor and "have a picnic" while we drink our smoothies.  He is so good about sharing his smoothies with Isaiah.



Overall, Noah is just a totally awesome kid.  We feel so lucky to have him.

Friday, November 22, 2013

Isaiah is 14 Months Old!

Who am I kidding, I am not even a "blogger" anymore.  I just don't have or make the time.  However, I don't want Isaiah's baby/toddler/childhood to pass by without me recording ANYTHING.  Even if it's just every couple of months.

So, at 14 months old, Isaiah...

-Weighs 23lbs, which is about 65th percentile.

-Is 30 inches tall, which is apparently 25th percentile.... I knew he was a shorty!  Justin is in denial.

-Has 8 teeth - he just got 2 teeth (the two on the bottom to complete the set of four in the middle) this past month after 2 or 3 months of no new teeth.

-Started talking at 13.5 months old, just like Noah.  He's been saying Dada for a long long time, but he said it even when not referring to Justin, so I don't count that so much.  His first official word was "more" (more food, of course), followed by Mama, no (nah), and Noah (Nah-Nah).

-He also started signing to nurse on the same day he said his first word.

-He actually eats now.  When he turned one he liked the tastes of things but never actually swallowed anything.  He swallows things now.  He doesn't eat A LOT - maybe 3-5% of his nutrition is from solids, the rest from breastmilk - but it's an increase.  He started drinking water from straws and sippy cups, too.

-He still sleeps not so great.  Up 4-8 times a night.

-He naps well.  He went to one nap right at 12 months and that one nap is anywhere from 1 to 2.5 hours long.  Generally it's about an hour and a half.

-He was walking the week before his first birthday, and within about a week was walking totally full time.  He never crawls anymore... *tear*... crawling babies are so adorable.

-He wears 18 month pajamas and 24 month pants and shirts.  He's not as tall as Noah was, and he could fit into 18 month shirts, but I like them to be a little bigger so they don't ride up when he gets picked up.  All our 18 month pants are too short for him though, and the 24 month pants aren't TOO long... If we're going outside I cuff them, but he's not tripping over them or anything.

-This is random, but something I want to remember - He loves to sit on Noah's potties.  LOVES it.  He just sits there and grins, then stands up, sits back down, stands up, sits back down.  It's hilarious.

-He gets into everything.  Just like Noah did.  But he does something Noah never did: When I tell him "No", he says "NAAAHH!"  back at me in this kind of throaty voice.  It's quite funny.  I'm not sure what age that will stop being funny at. haha

-He is such a little cuddle bug.  We still babywear for several hours a day.  We all love the cuddles :)

-He LOVES Noah, and Noah loves him.  The two of them are as best of friends as brothers can be when they're 2.5 years apart.









Can I just take a moment to revel in the fact that It's the 22nd of the month, Isaiah's actual 14 month birthday, and I'm ACTUALLY posting this on the correct day??

I should really post more often.  Life is so full and it's just passing us by with no record of it.  Sigh.