Treasured Moments

Noah and I had some quality time recently when Dad was out of town for work. We took the opportunity to watch the movie Cars. As we were cuddled up in the chair, he looks up at me and just smiles from ear to ear--you could just see the joy in his eyes. It was like he was saying, "Mom, I think you're the greatest."

This morning I was combing his crazy hair to get ready for school. After getting it all styled I praised him saying, "Noah, mommy thinks your SO HANDSOME!" He got the sweetest shy smile on his face and I was rewarded with a giant bear hug.

Being a mom sure has its rewards.

"Bad Mommy!"

Potty training is still in progress at the Lankard house. Noah had a diaper and I heard the tell-tale grunting sounds. I quickly ushered Noah over to the potty and helped him drop his drawers hoping there was still time. No such luck. He gave it the 'ole toddler try and sat down, but since business was over, he only sat there long enough for me to momentarily turn my attention away. He stood up, yanked up his drawers, and in doing so, smeared you know what ALL OVER the inside of his pants. Then, he proceeded to tease me from the opposite side of the coffee table just out of my reach.

When I finally got a hold of him, I was explaining to him--not even scolding-- how it was a bad boy to have an accident, that we should take care of business in the potty. He says to me, "NO! Bad mommy!"

I thought Ryan was going to pee his pants laughing in the other room. I had a hard time keeping my own face straight.

And so it begins...

A sign of things to come?

Noah loves to clack around in mommy's shoes--especially the tall ones. Phase or a sign of things to come? We're keeping our fingers crossed it's just a phase.

"Toloring"

We started a growth board for Noah back in November 2009. We were so excited to make his first mark. Several weeks later, I noticed Noah running around with a handful of markers. Not wanting to pick a fight, I hoped he'd soon lose interest.

As I was finishing up the dishes, he came scooting around the corner, gleefully cheering, "tolor, tolor, tolor!"

This was a new word for me, but this "toloring" must be good. Since I couldn't understand, I asked him to show me. He excitedly grabbed by hand and took me to the growth board and began to show me where he wanted to "tolor!"

Oh no! Luckily at that time he wasn't adept enough to get the lid off the marker, otherwise we would've had a huge "toloring" mess on our hands! Crisis adverted...for now.