Wednesday, July 23

Just catching up

So, it's been almost a month since my last posting. There have been many moments that I think "That definitely has to go in the blog." My next thought is, "I hope I remember." It seems like times runs away from me and time to update the blog is few and far between.

Noah got hurt at the 4th of July cook out we went to. It's the cutest thing to hear him tell it. He was pushing a Little Tykes mower through the yard. When he got to the patio, the mower stopped because the patio is slightly higher than the grass line. Noah pushes with all his might and the mower went onto the patio. Because he was pushing so hard and wasn't ready for the mower to move, the mower took him down. In the process of the fall (and it's a medical mystery as to how it happened), his ring fingernail on his left and right hand were "blown" off his fingers. Best we can tell from the aftermath, based on how we think he was holding the mower, the pressure from the fall onto his hands blew the fingernails right off his fingers about 2/3 the way down the nail. There was blood everywhere. There was no other scratches, scrapes or bruising anywhere on him or his hands. The only evidence of the fall is that he's missing 2 fingernails. Whether the nail will grow back is to be determined over time. If we/he is really that worried about it cosmetically, we can take him to a specialist to have the nail pulled completely from the bed of his finger and let the whole nail start over fresh. Only time will tell!

There has been a few moments of cute, innocent Noah comments - I hope I can remember them...

Yesterday we were cleaning up toys and he had a toy cell phone in his hand. I reminded him that if we wanted the blue tent from the basement, he had to help clean up. He said into the phone, "Hold on a minute, Stacy." He looked at me and said, "I'm on the phone to Stacy. My Stacy, not your Stacy."
"Oh - okay. Well, clean up or no tent."

Dave was scrounging through the kitchen a few days ago looking for a lost tea pot. He opened the island cabinets under the stove top and I saw a really fantastic colander. I said, "Oh wow!! I didn't that was under there. I'll take that!" Noah, who was sitting at the table eating lunch, said, "That's what we bought for you with Grama Penny." Really... I love it!! Thanks...

When Natalie falls, she's very dramatic about her reaction. Dave and I will usually say, if we can tell she's faking it, "You're fine. I saw it." Yesterday Noah, Natalie and I were playing in the floor and she was standing next to the ottoman. She leaned against a pillow that didn't hold her weight and she fell. She didn't cry or react other than to pull herself back up. Noah, on the other hand, looks at her, laughs and says, "You're fine. I saw it. No crying."

If I can remember the other things that he has said, I'll post them. Hopefully when I remember them. I should start carrying around a notebook to write it down so I don't forget.

We were sitting in the parking lot outside of Kohls today while I fixed Natalie a drink. Noah pointed out the window and said, "Hey, look mom. A shoe."

"A shoe? Where?"

"Right there. That white one."

"That white car? Is that a shoe?"


Apparently, in the mind of a 2 1/2 year old, a Mazda CX-7 looks like a shoe.

Noah is an amazing baseball player. He'll play with the Fisher Price tee-ball he has but he prefers to have someone pitch it to him. If he's not outside, he'll even try to play in the house. He throws a little plastic puzzle piece up into the air and hits it with a wooden spoon. I'm amazed at his ability to hit it. He hasn't quite figured out where to stand for where he wants to ball/puzzle piece to go but he's still pretty good. The next baseball game in the front yard, I want Noah on my team. He definitely doesn't get his baseball ability from me.

Natalie is standing by herself. She will walk if she's able to hold onto something. She hasn't taken her first steps by herself yet but she's trying. You can tell she wants to and she really thinks hard about whether to try it or not. In the end, she lowers herself to the floor and crawls away. She's so close to walking. She likes to wrestle with Noah. He'll sitting in the floor playing or on the couch watching TV. Natalie crawls right up next to him, gets up on her knees, makes an attack noise and body slams him. Sometime he plays right back; other times he's just not interested.