This week began with a photo op... Gams will be forwarding plenty of pictures- I think she ordered 600 from Shutterfly...
We will be forwarding this one to Santa. There is no way Rudolph will pass this house by Christmas eve- Scott is such a Renaissance man- photographer, musician, vertical transportation industry technician (Thank you, Taylor Elevator, for that title!)
Noah finished up his week with a few e-mails to Mom's co-workers.
This kid can really pump out some work when he puts his mind to it. From the time he sat in Gams's chair and found the keyboard he so desperately has been wishing to get his sticky little fingers on (apparently for about 10 months now!) to the 1.5 minutes later when we removed him from the desk- her search engine was up and security was on their way. It's all in a day's work for our little man.
Noah had his first trip to Bass Pro Shops this weekend. By no means do I wish to see him toting a rifle on his way out to hunt live creatures- but doesn't he look adorable in camo?!
Last night one of Noah's "lady friends" came over for a visit. While we are opposed to him dating a such a young age, Scott has made sure to point out that we women are naturally drawn to the Howard men- even at a very young age. I was told not to hinder Noah's wooing... Not to worry- Annabelle was far more interested in rolling on the carpet and generally being a cutie in every possible way to notice my son's "natural ladies'-man" qualities...
