We heard about the Food Truck Roundup for the first time last weekend while a friend of Chris was visiting from Seattle. It was a little chilly outside, but great fun to get gourmet popsicles from Cyclopsicle and other goodies from the circle of food trucks. It felt like a little carnival of great food.
Popsicle in the Sunlight
The green tea cream popsicle was even better than my favorite (I'm a little ashamed to admit) green tea latte from Starbucks. Noah had a banana peanut butter popsicle, which was also delicious, and dripped all the way down his chin.
The other day while I was getting ready to bake some muffins, Noah came in with his mini muffin pan from his play kitchen things and asked if we could make muffins with his pan. I even had the teeny cupcake papers that came with the pan put away for just this moment.
When they were done, he wanted to share some with daddy. He carried one into the living room and said, "do you want a muffin daddy? We bake-ed them."Definitely worth filling each little tiny cup.
The other evening as I was making dinner, Noah walked into the kitchen after he'd been playing alone in his room for a while. "Mama, can you please ignore me?" he asked, so politely. "Well sure, Noah, and thanks for asking so politely."
It reminded me of a quote from The Princess Bride... "I do not think it means what you think it means..." But hey, I'll go ahead and go along with it anyway.
... and, I forgot to remember how tall... but in the high ninetieth percentile.
This little guy is very friendly. He loves to be held and loves when people talk to him.
He is holding his head up 90 degrees when he's on his tummy and trying to lift his butt.
He laughs if you tickle his belly or under his chin, a real laugh.
He loves his big brother and watches every move. (His big brother loves him too).
He's also a serious mama's boy already, just like his brother (poor daddy, his day will come eventually).
He's learning to grab things, like hair and glasses, so no more earrings for me for a while.
He's very sweet and mellow. I bring him to work with and happy (albeit high-pitched) screams are the only noise he makes to give himself away.
Noah is a talker. If you know him you how much he loves to talk. When we go to the grocery store, he pushes a little cart full of groceries to the cashier and pulls out and names each one as he hands it to the cashier. He talks so well that sometimes I forget how little he is and that I can't expect him to reason like an adult...
His words are so cute lately that I want to record some of the ways that he says things.
"They can do it by their selfses."
"can I drive for a bit while?" (a combination of little bit and little while)
"that made me funny mommy!" (that made me laugh)
I know there are so many more, but these are what I can think of. Today we went to the botanical garden with our friends, and Noah walked the whole way in his cowboy boots.
You have to appreciate the two-year-old style.