8 Things About Noah

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Yesterday, Noah walked up behind me as I was typing at the computer and asked, "Mom, can I have 20 bucks, or at least a hug?!" Silly boy should know by now I never have any money, but hugs are a bumper crop!

::::::::::::::8 Things:::::::::::
I saw this on my friend, Kim's blog, about her son who just turned 8 and I think it is such a great idea that I will use it here. Here are 8 things about Noah, in celebration of his 8th Birthday:

1. Noah asks questions about almost everything:

2. Noah really loves to tease his big brother, Aaron. This is often a painful mistake.

3. Noah finds reading enjoyable, especially if the books are about annoying kids and underwear.

4. Noah has the ability to sleep better than anyone I have ever met. When he says he is sleepy. He just lays down and falls asleep. Snap...lights out...snore! He has fallen asleep on the ride down the escalator in the Metro in Washington, D.C. I knew he was tired so I kept taking photos and I have the progression all the way to the bottom where we had to hoist his sleeping form to keep him from being stepped on.

5. Noah's favorite stuffed animal, for several years, has been "Oinkey". Oinkey has traveled to many places and has been loved to scruffiness. Noah also loves chicken. He eats chicken, but not bacon. Somewhere in Noah's brain there is a definite distinction. I think it must be that chicken and ketchup work so well together.

6. Mr. Noah-It-All was a name given to him by my step dad, Jim. I think it is the perfect name for him. He loves to ask questions that he knows the answer to, or thinks he does, then when you answer he usually says he already knew it.

7. Noah loves all things science and loves to ponder deep questions of the universe.

8. Noah surprises us with what he chooses to ponder in the art world:



Noah is 8 and one of the sad realizations for me is that this will be the last year I will be able to carry him down the steps for breakfast. This is our routine: I pat him on the back, behind, or rub his foot to wake him up and I call softly, "Noahie Monster, time to get up." He groggily wakes up and I pick him up for a hug and then he runs to the bathroom. I wait for him to finish, then he either jumps on my back, or he jumps up and I carry him downstairs (hoping I don't take a tumble with my boy built like a truck).

Being Noah's mom has been filled with unexpected twists and turns. I have a little boy who loves to give "huggies", and will be only in his underwear 2 minutes before the bus comes because he doesn't have the pair of pants he wants. He made up an inane knock, knock joke, that only makes me laugh...and I do every time. He has an infuriating habit of saying, "I know" when I don't think he does. He loves math, science, reading and Ben 10 cartoons. He snores, sometimes and has been our only kid to go to the emergency room. I know for certain that the next 8 years will be nothing short of bizarre with a good huggie in the mix!

Happy Birthday, Noahie Monster! Love, Mom!