More later honest but I am burnt out. My work site is up, yay. My workload became crazy, boo. I was in Montreal, it was fun, yay! The lack of sleep made me very sick, boo.
But some Noah moments I wanted to record:
Career ambitions: “Mummy? When I grow up I want to be astronaut. I fly into space. Rockets have loud engines. I see moon! But I only go ONE night. Then I come home have dinner with you!” [Guess how many nights I was in Montreal?]
Socio-economics: I give Noah a budget of $10 to buy food for people who don’t have any. (I round the prices up and he can add single-digit integers to 10, so it works for us. It is not that 10 is a magic donation number.) He examines the food carefully and finally comes up with granola and soup. “Granola not good for your bones, but good for your tummy. Soup good for your bones. So they grow bones and tummy. They say good bones, good tummy.”
When past experience collides with simple present: “Mummy, why hair grow on your lip?” After a stammered discussion about how some women have facial hair (sigh) and we all have things we don’t like about our bodies (sigh) and we don’t tease people (my personal add-on), I get: Mummy, why hair grow on your head?
Beginning ethics: “Daddy you no tell me no! Daddy, I tell on you!” (pitter patter) “Mummy, Daddy told me no!” “Okay Noah, Daddy told you no.” (pitter patter) “Daddy, I TOLD on you.” (resume game, peacefully.)
I love the $10 thing, absolutely love it and what it can cultivate – and what it has obviously already cultivated! Bravo.
Hey, WE were in Montreal last week, too. We are going to bump into each other somewhere, someday. I am not stalking you, honest.
Noah is so very adorable — thanks for sharing the funny stories.