Because everyone goes to law school after 2nd grade...

From the desk of Ms. Lindsey:

"When I am an adult, I will have a laptop and a sister."

"When I'm 6, I go to 1st grade. When I'm 7, I go to 2nd grade. Then you have to go to law school."


Well he is a little book worm, and carries books/journals almost everywhere...

What do Ryan Gosling and sign langauge have in common?

Every night before bed, Noah picks out a book and a song. The following conversation took place this evening:

Noah: "Mommy, I want my song to be Dead Man's Bones. But I have a question. Do kids in Congo have Signing Time videos?"
Me: "Um, I'm not sure. Probably not though."
Noah: "Maybe I can share mine with them. I think they would really like Alex and Leah. All kids should know sign language. It's neat."

Kids say the most random things.

"Mommy, look, there's an 'N' on my face!!"

Noah successfully managed to get a scar in the shape of his initial. His epic fail spill turned out to be a win!

And completely unrelated news, even Noah knows that if it's not on Facebook, it doesn't exist...
Yesterday's NoahEthanism:
"Daddy, I made a really cool dinosaur for you today at the Science Center but I forgot to put it on Facebook."

Slow motion face plant in the sand

It's the moment that stays with you forever. It's happened to all of us. When you're playing, being careless, free and probably a little daring. Then the inevitable happens. In slow motion, you realize you are about to f@*% yourself up. You're mid air, about to fall hard onto an unwelcoming surface and the impact will leave scars for weeks, perhaps years. In my case, a lifetime. I will never forget riding my sisters bike with my favorite cabbage patch doll tucked into the front of my pants --her bike didn't have a basket. I was flying downhill, had no helmet on, ran over a rock and went flying. In slow motion, I swear, my short life flashed before my eyes. I luckily endured no head injuries, just had scrapes and bruises on every surface of my body. Noah sometimes asks where the scars on my knees came from and I tell him about 'my moment'. Well today, he had his own moment.

We were at the park with his cousin Gabe and they had been playing on the swings trying to see who could go higher. I've told Noah numerous times not to jump off of swings while it's still moving, but who am I to tell a 4-year old what to do?

I was finishing up notes on a conference call I had just ended and was too busy writing/brainstorming to react quickly to the situation. By the time I noticed, it was too late. Noah was in the air, about to hit the sand and I was there in time for him to pick up his sand covered/bloody face from the ground. He couldn't get his tears out because he was choking/blinded by sand. Once he started bawling, is it terrible that I wanted to laugh? I felt so bad that he was hurt, but really, it was just a funny sight. Maybe I'm a terrible mom, whatev. His knees and elbows were scrapped, but his face took the brunt of the fall.

I calmed him down, poured my water all over his head/face and used my (favorite) Copeland shirt I was wearing as a washcloth. See, I'm not that bad. I think he was more scared than anything, but once all the blood/sand was gone and a 20 minute meltdown, he was fine. When he got home and saw his face he cried and said, "Ewww, I look like a monster!!!!" I told him he just looked like a little boy.

Tonight, after bath, the bruising set in and the entire right side of his face is swollen and purpleish. All of this today made me realize that Noah has never really been hurt before. A tiny scratch here and there, but nothing to write home about. Lets hope we can get out of childhood without a hospital visit......