Noah singing "The Turtle Song"

This is seriously funny. We were sitting at dinner and Noah was singing. We asked him to sing us a song and this is what he came up with. Maybe I should put it on You Tube and he can get a recording contract?

That was nice, now when do we eat?

We went to a Baby Naming this evening for my friend Rachel and her new daughter. It was a nice event, and there were tons of kids there, many of whom are in Noah's class at preschool. This naming was held at a small congregation that operates out of a nice strip mall. The sanctuary was small and adjacent to it was an area set-up with food.

Noah got a bit loud during the actual ceremony (the kid has no concept of "inside voice" and "sit still") so Dan took him outside. When the ceremony was over they came back inside. Noah looked at me, cute as a button, and we had the following conversation:

"Mommy, is it over?"
"Yes, it's over."
"Can we eat now?"

I shit you not. At the age of 2.5, the kid has learned one of the central tenants of Judaism. We pray, and then we eat. No matter what. Next thing you know, he'll be planning his meals two days in advance.

First Day of School!

Today was Noah's first day of school. What is significant about today is that it was his first day NOT in the pod. The pod is an area of the preschool where the infants, one's, and toddlers hang out. Thanks to the September 1 Kindergarten cut-off in Arizona, we've been in the pod for 2.5 years. Noah is FINALLY in one of the regular preschool classrooms. We've moved past strictly "daycare." He is in room I, which is also known as "the hive" and the door has a bee theme.

Noah looked SO grown-up this morning when we brought him to school. He even wore his backpack and ran into the building like it was no big deal. And it really isn't, since he already knows the kids and the teachers. But it was exciting to be in a classroom and not where the little kids are, since it's an area that he outgrew about a year ago.

And don't EVEN get me started on his hair. Dan took him for a haircut and due to long lines at the place we usualy go, they ended up at Kid Kuts. Where I seriously think they will be hanging up a picture of us behind the counter. With a headline that reads "Run the other direction if you see this family." The last time we were there Noah kicked the lady cutting his hair in the groin. Twice. As for this visit, it didn't go well. Noah got out of his car and the first words out of his mouth were "I was bad mommy." His hair is not that bad, but it's not good either. I think it looks like his hair was cut with rusty weed-wacker. But it's hair, right? And since it's Noah, it will grow back in 4-6 weeks.

The Exorcisit Revisited

Noah had a bit of a rough night last night, and Dan and I aren't really sure why. He went sleep around 9:45 p.m., woke up screaming at 10:15 p.m. When we asked him why he was crying we couldn't get a straight answer. At first, he said it was because he was scared. Then he said it was because he wanted to bedroom door left open. We calmed him down and he cuddled (re: watched TV) in bed with us and at 10:45 p.m. Dan put him back to bed.

At 11 p.m. Noah started screaming again. He was hysterical, and just as Dan and I started thinking to ourselves, "Oh crap,who's going to go in there and calm him down" Noah, through his tears began screaming, "I HAVE BOOGERS!! I HAVE BOOGERS!!"

At this point we're laughing. And Noah is losing his shit with each passing second. But Dan and I are too busy laughing at the "I HAVE BOOGERS" refrain to be bothered to go in the room. I kid you not, he was channeling Linda Blair.

Eventually we calmed him down. And this morning he started screaming at 5:45, to the point where he came and slept in our bed (which he's NEVER done). When I asked him this morning what was wrong he said, "Daddy didn't leave my door open."