Dear Noah - 68 Weeks

Dear Noah,

Happy 2010!!

Of course, by the time you're old enough to read this and give a crap, it'll be waaaay past this date and you'll think I'm old and your Dad's ancient and you might be right, but we're still the coolest parents you'll have ever encountered and we're still the boss...okay, enough of that rant...

Welcome to a new decade my sweet boy.

So, about Christmas - it wasn't as exciting as I was hoping - I don't know what your dad thinks of how it went, but it was pretty low-key on the excitement scale.

Santa left you a red toboggan, a (rotary-style) telephone (I had one when I was little) and a Glockenspiel (not to be confused with a xylophone - even though that's pretty much what it is). You got the idea pretty quickly that those were your toys and you immediately pulled the toboggan out from under the tree and sat in it and then pulled it around with your other toys inside.

However, when it came to actually unwrapping presents, that was a new experience. You'd seen those colourful boxes under the tree for the last month and didn't touch them, so you had no idea what kind of goodies were inside. I had to show you how to rip and tear and the paper and you caught on pretty quickly, but lost interest in the whole experience almost immediately.

You were more into in having ME unwrap the toy or clothes - and even then you didn't really care about the things you'd received - you loved your toboggan too much - Mrs. Claus was one COOL cat to think Santa should bring you one of THOSE!

Christmas Day your Dad and I took you out with your toboggan and that too was a bit of a bummer. Albeit a funny bummer, but a bummer nonetheless. As much as you LOVE going outside, you hate the snowsuit you have to wear. And I don't blame you. You can barely walk and you (inevitably) fall on your face you can't get up. And as funny as it is, your Dad and I aren't that sick and twisted. So we spend a majority of our time with you outside picking you up off your face and brushing snow off your hands. You spend the time waddling around, falling and getting pissed off.

So anyway, we took you outside and sat you in your toboggan and pulled and you immediately fell backwards out of the sled. It was funny. You didn't cry. You just laid there looked up at us like: "WTF?"

So we tried again, showing you how to hang on to the handles. Which you didn't; so again you fell out.

Then I think your Dad had the brilliant idea to put you in on your tummy and we'd pull you that way and it worked - we even got a smile out of you - but you still weren't impressed. You wanted to pull the sled, not BE pulled. You're definitely a firstborn. Determined, stubborn and smart.

Your words are still few and far between, but your Great Nana taught you how to say "Santa" and "ta-ta" on Christmas Eve. Both of those words you whisper for some reason and it's SO cute!

You follow more and more direction - cleaning up your toys, putting your hat in the basket by the door, closing doors (still) and now dishwasher and fridge.

You know where all your body parts are and have even taken to a picture we have of your Great Papa and Bobby Orr.

"You kneel on all fours staring and pointing at the picture that sits on a bottom shelf.

Then you point. "Ah-dub, ah-dub, ah-dub."

And we say, "Where's Papa?" And you wave your little hand in front of his face. And then you lean over and give Papa a kiss. It breaks my heart a little to know that you won't REALLY know the man who is your namesake. But know that he was a wonderful soul, just like you. A kind-hearted man who LOVED to laugh and loved his family even more. He gave great hugs and I would love to wake up early at the cottage to listen to him strum a tune on his guitar and sing...I miss him still and I miss him more knowing you two will never know each other."

On a happier note, you're goofy personality is coming out more and more. You have this silly, squinty-eyed-cheesy-grin you give anyone who asks you: "Do you want to go downstairs?", "Do you want some milk/some berries?, "Do you want to go for a car ride?" You are easily pleased and sometimes, even easier to tick off. If you want it, you want it now - you have little patience (you get that from me) and you let us know whenever we've done something to displease his Majesty.

Here's hoping that 2010 brings you joy, joy joy and lessons and lots of learning and fun, fun fun!

You are a wonderment - Daddy and I learn from you - believe it or not. We learn how to teach you, we learn how to be parents (better parents!), and how to be better people, because of you.

Thank you Noah, you are Mommy's greatest teacher.

Love,

Mommy

xoxoxo

PS. I've significantly cut down on my swearing as a New Year's resolution, so you don't pick up any choice four-letter words...from ME at least!