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......

Good to know even in sweatpants, I'm still loved.

I wore a dress yesterday welcoming the official start of beautiful weather. Noah was a big fan. Today, he loved my denim capris even more and kept touching them before I left the house this morning saying they were "sooo soft!"

This evening after dinner:
Noah: "Mommy, even though you aren't in pretty clothes anymore, you're still really beautiful."

So sweet, just like his dad!

Below are my "soooo soft" capris and some of my wonderful AAUW coworkers commemorating denim day.

Great way to start the day

So every morning, I wake up and make myself breakfast and most of the time, I make Noah's too. So this morning the following conversation took place.

Noah: "Daddy, is this juice old?"
Me: "Noah, I think that is from yesterday. It's a juice packet, so it's ok to drink."
Noah: "We don't drink old juice, like really old juice."
Me: "No, we do not drink really old juice."
Noah: "Daddy, you are really old."
Me: (Laughing) "Thank you, Noah."

NoahEthanOverload

So it's been more than a WEEK since the last post, and boy, what a week it has been. This post is going to be an over abundance of NoahEthanisms that I will forget if I don't pour them out right now....


From this evening while getting a hair cut (yes, those are 3 inch curls getting hacked)
Noah: "Mommy, I want Indi's hair." (His BFF with straight, blonde hair)
Me: "You can't have his hair. You have your hair and it's lovely and curly."
Noah: "But I want straight hair."
Me: "Well you can't have it."
Noah: "Then cut all my hair off!"

Today: Science Center & lunch with Krysta
Noah: "I love Krysta. And I love Panera."
Me: "Good. Did you have fun today? What was your favorite part?"
Noah: "Panera with Krysta. Can she hang out with us everyday?"
Me: "Well sweetie, she can't. She has a life and things to do."
Noah: "Do you not have a life? Is that why you spend so much time with me?"

Thursday: Planned Parenthood rally
Noah: "Mommy, I want a sign."
Me: "Noah, the sign is about boobs, and you don't have any."
Noah: "But you do. And I used to use them."

Wednesday: Babysitting Amelie
Noah: "I love Amelie. Can we keep her?"
Me: "She's not ours to keep. And Indi (her brother) would miss her."
Noah: "But I promise to take care of her and feed her and stuff."
Me: "Noah, she's not a pet. She's a baby."

Tuesday: One Day Without Shoes
Noah: "I want to go without shoes because lots of kids don't have them. Can I give them mine?"
Me: "That's very sweet of you. But if you give away all your shoes, what will you wear?"
Noah: "Socks. I have plenty of them."

Monday: Our picnic at the lake
Noah: "It's so nice out, I want to go swimming!"
Mommy: "You don't want to get in that water, it's pretty dirty."
Noah: "Mom, it's water. Even if it's dirty, you will still get clean."
Mommy: "Don't call me mom, I'm mommy."
Noah: "Whatever you say, mom [laughs]."

Keeping priorities straight...

Jamie: "My head hurts Noah."
Noah: "Well daddy, you should stop and rest it. Then we can go to Chic-fil-A."

Noah knows that Chic-fil-A = ice cream.