Wednesday, January 16, 2008

Stories like this make my day

Melissa called me at work this morning and shared this story with me...

The dishwasher door was open this morning (the cycle had recently finished, so the dishes were cooling) when Noah went to put his cup on the sink. He decided to use the open door to step a little higher (what three year old boy can resist, right?).

The whole dishwasher unit tilted back before the hinge hyperextended (fortunately the hinge is made to take this kind of abuse) and apparently gave Noah quite a scare (in addition to the adjusting feedback that he received when Melissa found what he had done.

But here's where it get cool; a few minutes later, Melissa overheard Noah praying and asking God to help him to do better next time.

Tuesday, September 04, 2007

Guys' Night

Noah and Daddy had their first guys' night out tonight. They went to dinner at Denny's, and Daddy took some pictures of Noah enjoying his chicken moons and stars. Noah was really excited about the rocket ship cup, and ran in to show Mommy first thing when they got home. Olivia and Mommy had a girls' night in, where we ate corndogs together, and then drew and played with stickers. It was fun for all of us. It was still 'toddler-speed', but it was a taste of things to come. I really look forward to having these special one-on-one times as our kids get older.

Friday, August 17, 2007

Now that¹s sour!

Like all kids, Noah and Olivia love candy. We don’t feel too bad about giving them an occasional “Ice Breakers Sour”, since they’re sugar free and don’t get their hands all sticky.

This evening, on the way home after dinner with Grandma and Papa (who are in town for a short visit), I handed Noah and Olivia each a piece of candy. No less than a minute later, Noah started screaming. We soon learned that he had decided to “hide” his candy for later – IN HIS NOSE!

Of course, I thought that we should go to the ER to have Noah ‘de-candied’, since it was not visible at all, and vigorous blowing didn’t help at all, but cooler heads prevailed (thanks, Grandma Charla!) and we decided that we could allow the candy to, uh, dissolve.

After we came home, Noah calmed down quite a bit, and the crisis seems to have passed. (For our bedtime reading tonight, we got out our book “The Holes in Your Nose” which reminds us that ‘your nose is not a pocket, so don’t put anything in it!’ Hopefully Noah will remember that.)

Saturday, August 04, 2007

At LAST! (Well, sort of...)

We have been working diligently to get Noah to poop on the toilet, but have had no success... until today, that is! Usually when we ask him if he will poop on the potty, he says "No, I have to get bigger first". We have asked his pediatrician in front of him if he is big enough to poop on the toilet, and she told us that he is; we have spent entire days setting the timer every half hour and then getting him to sit on the toilet, but he manages to do his thing between 'sessions'; we have even BRIBED him (for shame!) with a really great toy if he will do it, but he refuses, and we end up with a poopy diaper when we're not looking. This saga has been going on for, literally, months.
Today, however, Noah was sitting on the toilet to pee, when he said (very excitedly) "Mommy, I'm going to try to poop right now. I FEEL it!" So of course we rushed in, told him "Way to GO! You can DO it!" and held our breaths. Immediately we heard something hit the water, but when we looked in, what did we see but the world's smallest poop, ever. I didn't know whether to laugh or cry. I guess this is typically Noah - everything at his own pace (and size...).

Monday, July 23, 2007

Slip-Sliding Away

Melissa relayed a great story about her trip to the grocery store
with Noah last night...

After deciding he was finished riding in the "car" cart at
Albertson's, he asked Melissa if he could get out and walk. After he
got out, he proceeded to run for a few steps and slide on the floor,
belly first. I think that Melissa even said that he had his hands at
his sides. It was all that she could do to keep from laughing while
explaining to him that he shouldn't do this.

Melissa and I tried to think where he could have some up with the
idea that he could do this, and the only thing I could come up with
is the penguins short from the movie Madagascar. I so much want to
ask, but I'm afraid that I'll just encourage him to do it again.

Oh, and apparently he slides much further on the hardwood floor of
the Albertson's bakery than on the linoleum throughout the rest of
the store.

Monday, December 11, 2006

Daddy, can you get the hair out of my face?

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I love my daughter, and I really should take the time to learn how to properly put her hair in a scrunchy/hair tie/rubber-band at the the top of her head, but I will readily admit that most of the time I let it hang in her face. (Occasionally I will clip it to the side.)

I know that to everyone else she probably looks like a rag-a-muffin (not to me, of course), but she never seems to mind.

Monday, December 04, 2006

Seatbelt, Mommy! - Create custom images

When Noah was little, Melissa encouraged him to always remind her to put on her seatbelt. Today, he found a funny way to remind her. It went like this:

Noah: Mommy, I have a question.

Melissa: Ok, what's your question?

Noah: It's called, "Put on your seatbelt."