Tickling the "Ivories"

Here is Noah's latest performance.  A combination of classical music and a superior singing ability for every listener's delight.  He is available for weddings, bar mitzvahs, and holiday parties.  He will need a stage with a platform (please do not mention his height- he is a little sensitive) and he requires mashed bananas or apples prior to performing.  No need to book a band for the holiday party this year Landmark!  Just give us a call!

Feats of Strength

 

Ha! Victory is ours! Finally a video!!! And what a video it is, folks- check out our little prodigy's latest milestones- grasping and scooting (It's the little things...)! Further illustrated in the following video:

Now that we finally have the ability to post a video (the answer was 

YouTube), prepare for us to go a little Video-crazy

Perhaps I should not be encouraging our child to eat cameras or other valuable pieces of technology (as I type this he is 

gumming several power cords- unplugged, of course)... but 

who am I to deny our son the pleasures he inherited from his 

father and grandfather? They are both constantly reaching for 

the newest and latest technologies.

What can I say, like his father, he simply has good taste...

The first four months...

Noah's Latest...

This blog has become all-consuming.  I find myself each day searching for new bloggable topics.  For instance, here are some of my thoughts for upcoming posts- Noah's adorable cousins, Noah's adorable neighbors, Noah's amazing grandparents, a slideshow of Noah, poop (Noah's)- speaking of which, I spend a good portion of my day on Tuesdays just cleaning poop (i.e. the litter box, diaper pail, etc.)- but I digress...  I also thought it would be a good idea to take ideas from some of Noah's peeps- so if anybody has any ideas for a post, please, share you're thoughts- otherwise I will be doing a post on poop...

At any rate, for this post I thought I would share some of Noah's latest adventures.  Today, we went to Boot Camp and got halfway through the workout (and halfway through the park) when the Heavens opened up- right on top of Noah's stroller.  Thanks to Scooter-Mac and his persistence, we have a stroller that Rocks- so I just whipped out the rain cover and kept our munchkin nice and dry.  Our drill sergeant noted that when she suggested we move toward the ominous rain cloud my facial expression was not one of excitement- I did not argue with her at the time as my meteorological abilities are questionable at best.  As we all hovered under the parking drive through waiting for the downpour to cease, we told her there was no need to apologize- it was an adventure and gave us all something to blog about!

Last week we all went over to my cousin Patricia's house for dinner.  Noah had an especially good time bathing in her bathroom sink.  Thank you, Patricia- the chicken was delicious!  (And please don't mention to my Drill Sergeant how much carrot cake and cheese cake I consumed... by the way, if you ever just HAVE to make a cheesecake, I will be more than happy to help you destroy the evidence)

Don't you just want to jump in the sink- he makes it look like so much fun!

Here is a picture of Noah with his favorite toy... yes, we have spent hundreds of dollars on educational toys for him and he prefers the curly-cue ribbon off my birthday present from Janet Brooks- thank you, Janet- that is all I have to give him when he is upset.  Noah is sitting in his Bumbo seat, which his cousin Paige has been kind enough to let us borrow- he sits in this seat while we cook dinner or do the dishes (my little helper!).  Each night he plucks each of his toys out of his basket until he finds and chews on the curly-cue... the best things in life are free...

I will upload some video of Noah soon- I am still an airhead when it comes to the video...

Oh, The Places We Go...

Three to four days a week, Noah and I pack up the stroller and our bottles (mine of water, his of milk) and head to Baby Boot Camp.  When we get there we put on our sunscreen and I hook his little fan up to his stroller so he stays comfortable in the heat.  We greet the other moms and babies, then Noah settles into his stroller as I stretch for the work out ahead.  Sometimes he naps, and sometimes he prefers to be held during lunges and bicep curls.  My favorite times are at the end of the workout when he is awake and joins me for crunches and plank- he sits on my belly and smiles as I lift my head toward him.  

Noah has had some very special days at boot camp.  He made his TV debut our second day there. Here is the link to view the piece that was aired- http://www.winknews.com/features/health/17159711.html?skipthumb=Y 

Noah is the cutie sleeping in the stroller in case you weren't sure.  Pay no attention to the lady doing the bicep curls! (That was twenty pounds ago and I would rather not relive it...)

Yesterday was another special day for Noah at Boot Camp because his dad joined us.  We started off with a short brisk walk to our starting point for the work out during which Scott asked "Is this all you do?"...  When our "Drill Sergeant" announced we were at the halfway point of our workout, he promptly exclaimed "I'm gonna die!"  At the end of the workout, sweat pouring down his face, he graciously thanked our "Drill Sergeant" and told me he is proud of me- Thank you sweetie :)

Last night, after he returned from golfing he told me he could no longer stand up and I needed to carry him from the recliner to bed.  I asked him if he thought it was from the golfing... he said it must have been, because he was certain the wall sits, squats, lunges, running (up stairs), plank jump, and hip work out earlier could not possibly have been the culprit.

On Tuesdays, Noah joins his buddy Harper at Mother Goose Class at the library.  This class is half an hour packed full of nonstop singing, bouncing, and book reading.  I was a bit uncomfortable at first, because as some of you already know, singing gets under my skin a little.  I lost that uncomfortable feeling when we were there last time as Noah stood himself up in my arms, talking and squealing in excitement, proclaiming to the class his love for all things Mother Goose.  Prepare yourselves everyone (with earplugs), here comes a singing, bouncing mommy!

Like Father Like Son

I would like everyone to know that I have not been neglecting the blog for the past three days.  I have spent them trying to figure out how to upload video from our stupid camcorder.  After spending 12 plus hours on the task, I have given up- accepting the fact that I am a complete technological ditz.  I have informed Scooter that I will no longer be using the HD camcorder to video Noah as I can find no possible way to share the videos with his adoring fans- the files are simply too big!

That being said, at least I can show off the two most important boys in my life with this little tribute to my love and our stinker:

As most of you have already noted, Noah takes after his dad in more ways than one.  They both have blue eyes, blond(ish) hair, and a quirky little dent in their left ears.  They both love the outdoors, farting on me, and possess a talent for music.  Scott is an amazing guitarist and plays the sax like he invented the instrument.  Noah's current instrument of choice is the little piano on his Baby Einstein jumper- Mozart and Beethoven are his favorites, but I hear some Bach every once in a while as well.  

Father's Day is approaching, so I would like to take this opportunity to thank my schmoopie for all that he does for us.  Thank you, Scott, for working so hard all day and still smiling when Noah spits his rice on you at night.  Thank you, Sweetheart, for humoring me when I wanted to take Noah swimming, but did not want to go in the pool because the water was too cold for him- I'm sure we were all quite the picture in the tub with our bathing suits on.  

Thank you for eating peanut butter & jelly sandwiches for lunch every day for the past two months so we could afford for me to stay home with "Butter-Butt."  Thank you for getting up at 3, 4, 5, and 6 am on your days off to feed our angel so I can sleep- you are amazing.  Thank you, Pookie, for promising to teach me how to catch when you teach Noah (I still close my eyes real tight and hold my hands up in a blocking motion).  Thank you for taking our sleeping baby to my mother's house at 2 am when I was puking my brains out from Rota-virus, for staying home from work with us the next day to take care of me, and for not requesting a divorce when you came down with it the following day- I might not have been so kind!

My love, thank you for being as crazy in love with our son as I am.  For all of the countless other things you do every day for us, thank you.  You are our everything.  Thank you, a thousand times.

Happy First Father's Day!

Noah was not quite ready for those shorts when we put them on him- they are the 6-9 month size- he was only 1 1/2 months at the time...  We will try them again soon-

By the way, Gramps, you rock as well.  You deserve a whole post of your own- and will have one soon...

Happy Father's Day, Baby Whisperer!

And Grampa Red, somehow in the three days you were here, I neglected to get one good picture with you and Noah- I will not let that happen again!  I am so glad you are my Dad!  We love you!  Happy Father's Day.

Catching up...

As I have neglected to post anything for Noah's 1st 4 1/2 months of life (slacker!), I have some catching up to do.  Here is Noah in his first few hours of life.  For the duration if this video, I was in recovery- in a blissfully drugged stupor.  Don't worry, I saw him very shortly after this... I think...

After this, Noah, our angel, gave us our first parental scare.  When he took his first breath, he popped a little hole in his lung, causing it to partially collapse.  As a result, the remainder of his stay in the hospital- and much of ours- was spent in the NICU.  He was such a brave young man- he only took a pacifier with a little "sweet-ease" on it for his i.v.'s (I had to have my hand numbed!).

Noah was born on a Monday and that following Sunday we were allowed to bring him home.  Gams, Mema, and Gramps were all there to meet us and they fed our egos by telling us how amazed they were that he could hold his head up so well.  We already knew he was advanced though...  You can tell by the look in he eyes here that he knows more than he is letting on.

We must Blog!

Until recently, I knew nothing about blogging- therefore, please forgive me if this attempt at it is less than creative genius...

At any rate, we have been keeping up with our neighbors, the Joneses, by reading their blog, "Keeping up with the Joneses" (I know- cute, huh?!).  And now our precious niece, Paige, has her own blog, "Precious Paige"(heh, heh- maybe I'm not so bad at this after all...)

So, in the interest of keeping him (and us) up with the times, we felt it only appropriate that Noah should have a blog.  For all of our loved ones who are too far away to see Noah as much as they wish (namely his Aunt Stephie and Grampa Red!), we hope this will help you to feel a little closer to him.