Thursday, March 17, 2011

Happy St. Patrick's Day Birthday Baby!

Ah, Baby Boy.  You're not a baby anymore!  Happy Birthday to my sweet little red-headed Irish Noah boy!

Well, most of the time he's sweet!  See that twinkle in his eye?  I think he's got a little Irish personality in him.  He is like quick-silver.  Can go from happy to screaming mad to happy again in less than a minute!  Especially if you take away a toy he's holding.

Noah is such a communicator.  We've been working on signs and in the last week or so he's really picked them up.  He's known "all done" for awhile, but still doesn't quite use it appropriately all the time.  Now we've got "more", "eat", and "milk" down and we're working on "drink".  Milk only took 4 or 5 times and he had that one down!  The boy knows what he wants!  And if he can see it he will point and yell.  Time to learn more signs!

He says Mama and sometimes Dada.  He also says Uh Oh when he drops something, usually his water on the floor.  And a few times I think I've heard him make the vowel sounds for Peek-a-Boo when we're playing.  Super cute!

My little man is very social and wants to be where we are all the time.  He'll be out in the living room with Daddy and I'll be in the computer room.  I hear crawling down the hall and soon a giggle/shriek as he comes around the corner and spots me.

Big brother wants to have music on all the time and Noah will kind of bounce along to the rhythm.  Also very cute to watch when he's in his high chair!

For some reason when he's bored (like in the car) he will take off his booties and socks.  If we're home he will then proceed to crawl around the house with them, one in each hand.  The other day Cory took his socks off for some reason and so those were just as good.  Any socks from a clean laundry pile on the couch are also fair game!

And finally... my baby is walking!  He's been standing on his own for a few weeks now and then started taking a step or two towards me if I had my hands out.  He would then lean and expect to be caught.  He was getting better, but today he got a balloon for his birthday.  The string was out about 4 feet from the couch and he just walked right on out and grabbed it!

Noah's Walking from Krista on Vimeo.

He grew up right in front of me.  One day at a time and now he's my little man, not a baby any longer.

And I almost forgot to mention... weighing in at 24 pounds and 29 3/4 inches tall!


  1. Wow, hard to believe it has already been a year. Happy Birthday Noah!

  2. How is it possible that Noah is one?!? Wow!


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