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Well, things have been pretty great around here! Mommy is getting to stay with me all day and daddy loves to come home and play with me...
Last week Mommy graduated with her Master's degree. I was so proud of her! You can see pictures of it on Mommy's blog (justinandrachelsmith.blogspot.com).
Daddy has been at work all week taking care of other babies. But, because of the Memorial Day holiday, he was off Sunday and got to come home early today. Of course, holidays also mean that he often doesn't keep his beard short and sometimes it gets a little prickly! Yikes, like at my face in this one!
One more month until the big move to Abilene!
6 comments:
Noah, You are getting so big. I will talk to your Dad about shaving when I come to see you, but it probably would do more good if you tell him! I can't wait to see you and play with you when we come. I love you all! MeMaw
WOW! That was quite a face you are making Noah! I am keeping my fingers crossed that I can come to Dallas with Kris and Granny Fern next month. I hope to have everything ready to go by then for nursing school so I can come and meet you!
Love,
Kelley
I can't believe how much Noah is changing and we can't wait for you to get to Abilene. I know that you are counting down the days.
Love,
Miss D
Noah Bean, a bird's gonna come and poop on that lip!! But work it, Buddy! Stick it out a little further and you could have your very own Wii by July 4th! Add a few little crocodile tears - just hovering at the edge of your eyeball lids, don't let 'em spill over. . .and you're GOLDEN!
Noah has already mastered The Big Miserable Lip of Sadness (page 311 in the baby handbook). I think Aunt Sara has been showing him the ropes... she could always push out the lip and get me right in the heart. Every.single.time.
Whatever it is he wants, give it to him!
I forgot to add... Noah, you need to learn to talk soon so you can add the heart-wrenching plea of, "Pweez?Pweez?" to your repetoire. I.e. "Daddy, pweeze don't wub those whiskers on me." "Mommy, pweeze give me a owange popsicle." "Gwampa, pweeze buy me a wabbit."
Couple that with The Sad Lip and you can rule the world. (For a while, anyway. It doesn't seem to work when you're 52).
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