Priceless!

OK, so I have some more "Noah stories" to share. I feel like I have an endless supply. I think I should write a book some day! Oh well, there will be no shortage of material for his wedding day!

Last night just before I tucked Rebekah into bed, I took her into Noah's room to say good night to Kevin and Noah. As she said good night to Noah, Rebekah decided to give him a big smooch, right on the lips. It reminded me of another time when Rebekah was about a year old and I caught them giving each other "kisses". Rebekah was right at the stage where she was learning to give kisses...and they were usually of the "open mouth" variety. I am sure some of you can see where this is going! So I came into the room and caught the two of them tongue kissing! When I asked what on earth they were doing, Noah's response to me was, "...well... she opened her mouth, so I opened mine too!"

A more recent story... I was doing laundry, and in a hurry, as is usually the case. I was trying to hang up one of Kevin's shirts. I put the shirt on the hanger and then I hooked the hanger over the back of one of the dining room chairs. The hanger kept slipping off. I put it back up there about three times. I was getting really frustrated at this point, because I was in a hurry. Noah came bouncing over and said, "Mommy, let me try!". I told him in no uncertain terms, that it absolutely wasn't going to stay put. He picked the shirt up off the floor, SUCCESSFULLY hung it on the back of the chair, and walked away. I asked him how on earth he managed to get it to say there. His reply, as he coolly walked away, "you gotta be good!"

OK, so since we have been here in the US, I have gained a few pounds. Are any of you surprised?! I wasn't. I estimate it to be about 5 pounds (2-2.5 kg). It is enough that I am beginning to be conscious of it. I can feel it in my clothes. So, I got dressed the other morning in a skirt and t-shirt. I have always felt a bit self-conscious in this skirt...I love the print, but I am not convinced that the cut is the most flattering for my body type. Even though the skirt still fits well, I was feeling unsure of how it REALLY looked. My solution? Ask my five year old son. Now, WHAT was I thinking?! This is how our conversation went...

Me - "Noah, does this skirt make Mommy's bum look big?"

Noah - "Yes."

OK...so, I took a breath and tried again...I must be a glutton for punishment....

Me- "Does it look as big as usual, or bigger than usual?"

Noah - "It looks bigger."

Noah continues - "It looks bigger, but that's OK...right? 'Cause it doesn't really matter." (followed by a shrug and a smile)

After that conversation, I gave up and tied a sweater around my waist.