Dear Noah,
Hello Sweet Face (I call you that all the time) along with Lovey-Loves, Sweet Pie and still Bubba Lou and Hammy-Hams, but not as much as I used to.
These letters are getting harder and harder to write, with work and you and daddy and the regular (un-fun) interruptions of life getting in the way.
It's also hard to condense one month worth of adventures and milestones when I feel like I've missed much of them by working...boo. Unless Daddy and I win the lottery, I'm afraid it's going to be like this...cést la vie.
So here we are, at 14 months old.
Where to begin. Well, I'll start by telling you that mid-October (last month) Dad and I took you to get the H1N1 vaccine. So much controversy surrounding it, when, it's just like the flu, really. We decided it was best for our family, best for you and could, save your life. You screamed for a grand total of 15 seconds, then were more interested in the wooden spiral toys on the wall in the clinic room - way to go!
I like joking with you when you cry: "Shake it off, Noah." lol
You also celebrated your second Halloween and were, a little confused as to what was exactly going on.
We took you to six houses - which included the Verstraten's and Granny's - and you didn't smile ONCE. Not once. You just furrowed your little brow, stared at everyone who "oohhed and ahhed" and were all like, 'geeze mom, this get up is lame and totally sucks.' You were a skunk, by the way. It was a great costume that I got for like $10.50 at Once Upon a Child - with a hat with a stripe down the top and fuzzy ears. The body part had a big tummy, red bow tie (omg!), and a striped tail! There were matching "feet" too! I painted your nose black and carried you to all six houses - daddy protected the candy.
These days you tear through the house like a whirlwind (I have a feeling I'm going to be saying that more than once in the coming years) and have an opinion and mind-set that comes out on occasion. Especially when the word, "no" is used.
You are a helpful boy. You love to close cupboards, the fridge, the freezer and any other open object. You love to hear "thank you" and "good boy."
You listen remarkably well (most of the time) when we do say no. You have yet to touch the fireplace downstairs, I think so far you understand that it's dangerous. I do expect you'll touch it eventually (much to your Dad's horror) just to see if what we've been saying all along is true.
You are a happy, joyful soul - still. You grin and smile and "chat" to anyone. Smiles comes so easily to you and I love that. Daddy and I live to make you laugh and smile.
Speaking of smiles. You've got two more teeth coming in - the top ones. Unlike the bottom ones that came in at the exact same time, your top right is half way through, while the other top tooth is just, peeking out.
You look so different with more teeth - lol - almost weird. And with that, we've also been brushing those little toofers. You're so good about letting Daddy or I brush first. You giggle and squirm and laugh - I guess it tickles your gums. And then it's your turn and you just chew on the toothbrush and suck all the toothpaste out of it.
Daddy and I have also taught you the art of the Eskimo kiss - you hold your head still (when you want to) and let us rub our nose against yours. It's adorable.
I can't wait for your second Christmas - just around the corner. I don't think you'll "get it", but I'm sure you'll have a TON of fun ripping the wrapping paper.
Love,
Mommy
xxoxoxo
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