One funny kid

The last few days I've been walking around telling Matt how we have got to video Noah more or I have got to write down his funny, adorable antics, so we don't ever forget how Noah is at this age.

So here is my best attempt to document the Noah-isms.

Noah will get hurt and ask himself, "You okay?!!"

I think it rooted from him falling a lot when he started walking and I continued to reassure him, telling him, "You're okay," or asking him if he was okay.  It's just too funny to see him wipe out, you brace yourself for possible tears, and he just stops and asks himself, "You okay?!"

This two year old phase is sooooo much easier with a talking toddler this time around.  I can ask him to use his words and he'll try to say it, or I'll ask him, and he'll respond with a loud and proud, "Yesssss!"

While Connor never ever tried candy and still is confident he doesn't like chocolate or soda (even though he's never really had it), Noah is quite the opposite.  While I stand firmly on the no soda thing, Noah will eat just about any candy.  When we were trick or treating, half of his candy was eaten before we made it back to the house.  Some of his fave candies are "pops" and "M's."

Noah repeats everything, especially if you say it with a tone.  We've had practice being extra careful with using "good words" all the time with Connor growing up, so we're accustomed to not saying words like "stupid" or "butt" or definitely no curse words.  Well, Noah has the tendency to drive you crazy at times.  Just this morning I was trying to wrap a present box to use as a photo prop for a Christmas session this weekend and I asked Noah to not touch since it had to be perfect.  He leaned forward and was taunting me, acting like he was going to touch the wrapping paper, and would look right at me the whole time.  When I moved him, he decided to pick up my tape roll and stretch out a good 3 feet of it before I noticed.  When I looked up, I said, "Oh crap! Oh my gosh!"

Then the pistol exclaimed, "Cap! Oh by doshhhhh!"

You just can't help but laugh at this child.

Noah is just now getting to the age where he likes playing with other kids, especially his big brother.  Every night at bath time, he runs to Connor and says, "Bath with me?" and continues to ask over and over until Connor agrees.

When we drop Connor and his buddy, Michael, off at school each morning, we drive away and Noah waves to the window and says, "Buh bye Dah-dah.  Buh bye Bi-cul."

At random times during the day at home, Noah will ask, "Fun with Ella?"  It's his way of asking if he can play with Michael's little sister, Ella, down the street.  He's learning to say the kids' names on our street and its so cute to see them come to the door to ask if Connor can come out and play, and Noah goes to get his shoes, so he can go play with him.

Speaking of shoes, Noah is the shoe patrol.  If we go outside, he makes sure we all have our shoes on.  When we come into the house, he will not stop telling you, "Shoes off," until we all take our shoes off.

When we go over a bridge, Noah will exclaim, "Papa boat," as we look outside to see if we see any boats like Papa's.

Noah says a lot of things pretty clearly, but continues to call chips, "poop," and Connor is "Dah-dah."

Noah will come stand below me and ask, "Up with Mommy?"  Can't say that will ever get old. :)

Noah knows how to go potty on his frog potty.  He just chooses when he wants to and how much he wants to go.  I have begun to promise him a sticker which gets him to use the potty, but my biggest hurdle with him is that Noah has the ability to push out a tiny bit of potty instead of letting it all out.  He will go potty, cheer "Yay," pick up his frog potty to help dump it into the real potty to flush it, and says, "More."  He then sits down and does it over and over.  He loves the cheering part and pouring his potty into the big toilet, so he just wants to keep doing it.  Yippee doo.  We'll see if it gets easier!

Noah continues to be crazy obsessed with the alphabet.  He knows his alphabet inside and out, his letter sounds, and can spell 4 words--cat, dog, bee, and Noah.

Noah is really easy and predictable at bed time.  He will grab his "kee-kee," turn on his white noise, run into the kitchen to grab a snack, run back into his room, wait for Matt and I to put him in bed, and he chats in his bed for a few minutes, then goes to sleep.  I thought life was going to get really difficult when he climbed out of his crib a while back, but I think he really enjoys his crib now.  He prefers to have a pile of stuffed animals, his ABC foam puzzle, and his ABC book in bed with him too.

Every morning when I go into his room, he says the same thing.  He does a role call to see where everyone is.  "Mommy, Daddy, Dah-dah?" and then he looks onto the floor where he launched each letter from his foam letter puzzle onto the carpet & says in the funniest big man voice, "Alllll dah wettttttttters."  It's literally groundhog day--every single morning.

I could probably go on awhile on all the funny things Noah does and says, but I'll stop here for now, so I can enjoy some quiet time while the little Monster naps!