Buh, Buh, Bove

Here's a little video of Noah singing Twinkle, Twinkle. I love how he sings "buh, buh, bove the world so high". HEE!

Things from the weekend

This past weekend, we took Noah to see "Horton Hears a Who" at the 99 cent theatre. He did so well! He sat in his seat like a big boy, and watched the entire movie. At the end, when it was a happy ending he yelled "YES!" and sort of pumped his arm. Ah, he's getting to be such a big boy. During the movie, I shed all of my weird phobias and let him eat popcorn and share a pop with me. He thought that was awesome, and we quickly downed a Diet Coke. He went to take another drink, and when he discovered it was empty, he took it out of the holder, handed it to Walt and said "We need more pop!!!"

We also watched Shrek the Third on TV. Which prompted him to pretend to be "Cat in Boots" all weekend. He would wrap his favorite blankey around himself, a la a swashbuckler and declare himself "Cat in Boots". Who is this cat in boots, you may ask? Why, none other than "Puss in Boots". He kept asking me during the movie what they called him, when they'd refer to him as "puss". He'd say "What did they call him? He's CAT...in Boots!"

Make it your own

If you watch American Idol, the title of this post means something to you. Randy and Paula and Simon are always telling the contestants to take a song and "make it their own". Meaning, sing it your way, not a "karaoke version" of the original artist. Noah loves to watch American Idol (he thinks Paula is pretty!), so I guess he's taken their advice to heart. He takes everyone else's stories and makes them his own.

My brother told a story about a bat in his friend's basement that ended up being only a bird. Noah thought this was the greatest story ever told, and all of a sudden it became HIS story. It went something like this: "I went to the basement and there was a bird! So I ran up the steps and slammed the door and the bird SMACKED in to the door! When I opened it, I saw it was a hawk! Then, the hawk flew out of the window." (In the original story, my brother runs up the stairs thinking a bat is chasing him, slams the door and then the "bat" hits the door. He opens the door to his friend laughing at him, because it was just a bird. Like a sparrow or something. Not a hawk!)

Walt found a baby bird in our car the other day. It was on the headrest and he had to get gloves and get him out. Noah's version goes something like this: "I got in my car and there were BEARS! I turned my head and there were the bears. So I got my gloves and I got all the bears out and they runned away."

If he doesn't become an actor or an author, then I think he will be wasting his God given talent! Of course, as his mother, I am still hoping he turns out to be a doctor. Then, when I'm at Bingo when I'm 80 I can tell all the other ladies about "my son, the DOCTOR!" HA!

Let Sleeping Dogs Lie...

My parents had a greyhound named Subtle who had to be put to sleep before Noah was born. But my parents have pictures of her, and a scrap book that I made for them, that Noah looks at all of the time. So he has seen pictures of Subtle and probably heard us reminisce about her stealing hamburgers off of our plates, which must make him feel like he "knows" her. Lately, he's been talking about her ALL of the time. He even showed my mom the part of his hand where she bit him!

This past weekend, he asked if he could pet her and I told him that she went to heaven because she had died. Well, that opened a whole new can of worms. All weekend he would ask these questions:

• How did Subtle get dead?


• Why did she die?


• How did she get sick?


• Can we go to heaven to pet her?

He even told my mother-in-law on the phone that Subtle had died. Of course, my mother-in-law had no idea who Subtle was...she asked him if she just died yesterday. Noah replied, "No, tomorrow!" On a less morbid note, here's a picture of Noah and my brother, Adam's, dog Lloyd. He has not "got dead"!

A trip to downtown McKeesport

In case some of you don't know - downtown McKeesport is now a shell of it's former self. When I was a kid, after my dentist appointment, my mom and gram and I would go shopping and have lunch there. Fast forward 25 years and here I am taking my son to his first dentist appointment at the same office I went to! Except downtown McKeesport has no shops or luncheon spots...it has abandoned buildings and scary looking people hanging on the street.

Noah and I parked in a parking garage near his dentist's office. When we walked back to the garage after his appointment (which was AWESOME!! He got 4 out of 4 stars!) we have this conversation:
Noah: "Do horses live here?"
Me: "No honey, this is a garage, cars live here."
Noah: "NO!! Horses live here! I smell them...they pee in here!"

I didn't know exactly how to explain to a 3 year old that while he was smelling urine, it was not horse urine, it most likely belongs to the scary people hanging out and living on the streets of downtown McKeesport.

Picture

I'm new to this...I thought I posted a picture of our family...don't think I lied to you in my very first post. Here it is...I will try again.

I thought I'd never see this day...

I used to be on the "I'd never create a blog" bandwagon. I mean, my life isn't all that terribly exciting, so I thought I wouldn't have anything to share. My day usually goes something like this:

• Wake up before the birds
• Go to work
• Work (if you can call it that!)
• Drive home, pick up Noah
• Start dinner, play with Noah
• Give Noah a bath, put him to bed
• Watch some tv or read, go to bed myself
• Lather, rinse, repeat

Not all that exciting, right? I thought, who in their right mind would want to read about THAT? Then, one day, my adorable 3 year old said something hilarious. He's truly a riot. And I thought, "I should start a blog to document all of these things he says". And well, here I am, I've succumbed to the peer pressure. I hope you enjoy these "Noah-isms" as much as we do. I think he's a card, of course, I am biased, but he does have a great personality. EVERYONE tells me so. (SO it must be true, right?) Maybe once in a while I'll throw in some things about me and Walt. ;) Here's a pic of our lovely family.