Yesterday he refused his special pureed baby foods and demanded to eat what I was eating (potstickers). So I gave some to him and he loved it. This behavior has continued all throughout today. I guess this baby ain't gonna eat no more baby food.
Today while Judah and the neighbor kids rode their bikes, Noah desperately gestured towards Judah's tricycle. I put him in it and wheeled him around. He had the biggest grin on his face and kept wiggling his legs with joy. He refused to get out of the trike.
This isn't really a sign of growing up, but Noah has gotten really good at "playing" the recorder (and the occasional kazoo). I hear him toot-toot tooting on it all day long and it's a really nice, strong, musical note.
Which leads me to this...
It sounded like some weird party in here--Judah giggling and growling (like a cowboy, yeah, don't ask me) and Noah tooting away.
And they say old married people don't know how to have fun. Harumph!
2 comments:
I LOVE this picture! Your boys are so stinking cute. Judah's face is so adorable here and Noah with the recorder is freaking hilarious!
ha ha thanks! I'm pretty sure the key to playing the recorder well is stripping down to one's diaper.
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