Me: (asked Noah to do something)
Noah: "It's... not happening!"
The other day he asks to use his cups to scoop water out of the toilet. Uh, no. But thanks for asking first buddy.
Upon his request, we have been singing happy birthday every night before bed. So far he has instructed us to sing to:
Po Po (grandma in Chinese), Grandpa, Jessica, Gracie
Po po's animals
Dragon
Cars
Rhino
Trains and the bridge
He recently heard the traditional phone ring, covered his ears and exclaimed, "what's that noise?" It took me a moment to realize he has no idea what a land line phone is.
And an alternative way to use the elliptical while Mom is feeding Max...
There is a piece of good marriage advice for brides to prepare as much for the marriage as you do for the wedding day. On hindsight, that seems like it would have been good advice for pregnancy as well. You'd think we'd be better prepared, yet once again we seem to have found ourselves in a state of shock at the major changes a newborn brings. We are just now emerging from the "baby's here! Uh, now what?" fog and slowly adjusting to the new Noah & Max show.
Max is already a much better eater than Noah ever has been, and we are becoming quite familiar with his angry cry when he is hungry and can't eat RIGHT NOW. Sleep is still dicey but such is the challenging nature of newborns. He's managed to stay healthy thru all the sickness surrounding him, but we've battled remembering how to nurse and a low milk supply after the family stomach plague. What a month!
We celebrated this past weekend with a lunch of lobster rolls, clam chowder, and hot dog.