My little Noah is all boy.
He loves anything with wheels. He looks longingly at motorcycles when they drive past.
He went down a small sliding board the other day, the turned around and promptly climbed up it -- something Sam never even considered doing until she was, like, 4.
And right now he's fearless.
Noah has been adding to his vocabulary pretty much daily for the past few weeks.
He's also learned how to bellow to get your attention. So, for example, he likes to stand at the top of the stairs every night at bedtime and call down to Daddy that it's time for kisses:
"Daaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaad! Ublty boblty abah nite-nite!"
He's also added "Spongebob" to his repertoire, although I don't think I can re-create the sounds he uses here to convey that name.
But my absolute favorite is what he said to me for the first time this weekend.
We were cuddling and playing on the couch, and I grabbed him and squeezed him against me and said, "I love you."
"Ah-dee do," he said back.
He's said it a few times now -- including at 5:30 this morning when he woke up -- and every time I just melt.
I'm such a sucker for a cute guy with a good line.
