Happy two months, Noah!

Noah is two months old today! Boy, time flies when you're having fun...which we have been, with the possible exception of the middle of the night feedings since he's still waking up at least once during the night. Those- not so fun. Everything else, especially all the smiling that he now does- super fun. He has started reaching for things, seems to recognize family, and gurgles a LOT. The above pictures are Noah and Grams showing cuteness for the camera, and the little man in his Spiderman jammies. Kyle is a biiiiiiig Spiderman fan, so when Sam and I were at the Dollar Tree on Abbey's birthday picking out a present for his new neice and saw these jammies, I knew that Noah needed them. Coming soon: a picture of Daddy and Noah BOTH wearing their Spiderman stuff.

Annette brought over some of Kyle's baby pictures when she and Burton came over for lunch the other day. I know that taking a picture of a picture isn't exactly the most technologically advanced way to transfer data, but take a look at this:

See any resemblance there at all? Scary, isn't it?

We took a few family pictures for Mom- her birthday was the 22nd and she wanted a picture of her with the babies. So we took that one and then took one with Noah, Kyle, and me. Despite appearances, we're sitting on a loveseat, not a ginormous chair.

I just wanted to share a few new pictures. And point out that Noah looks like he dwarfs Abigail, which I suppose is OK. It's fine for girls to be petite, but it'd be hard for Noah to be president if he was short (seriously- tall candidate do much better in elections. Odd, but true).

This is our nerdy little family in our NASA get-ups. We enjoyed our little family portrait- it's the first one since we got out of the hospital...kinda fitting considering that the only pictures that Kyle and I had together in between our wedding and Noah's arrival involved us in costume. I wasn't sure how we were going to explain to Noah that his Daddy didn't always dress up as Puck, complete with face paint. Now he'll think Daddy is an astronaut.



The sweet lady over to the right is Kyle's Aunt Minnie, snuggling Noah at her 83rd birthday party last week. Minnie had been in rehab after a hip fracture, so this was the first time she and Noah got to meet. We took her roses, too- we needn't have done that. She was so enamored with Noah that her birthday cake almost wound up completely coated in wax. She just wasn't interested in blowing out the candles when there was a such a sweet baby to talk to. Can't say that I blame her.

This is Mom with BOTH of her grandbabies. Noah has caught up to Abigail in weight, even though she had a six week head start. Of course, he did weigh a pound more when he was born than she did when she made her appearance, but it's still pretty impressive.

This is a great picture of Noah and his Uncle Sam (I tried to convince him to dress up as Uncle Sam for Halloween last year, but when I couldn't come up with a cooler superpower than finger-waggling, he didn't go for it.) Sam does a great job with both his neice and his nephew. He's very sweet and gentle, and calls Noah "my Noah." As you can see, the boys have quite a lot of fun together.

Grams was singing Amazing Grace to Noah and he went out like a light. Exhibit A: limp arm. Exhibit B: happy, non-gas related smile. I have tried to duplicate this effect at 2:00 AM, so far without success.





We dressed up Wednesday night to serve the Valentine's Banquet at church. Noah went as the littlest astronaut. The littlest, very red-headed looking astronaut. I'll put a picture up later of the three of us together, as we were quite the nerdy family. Me in my flight suit, Kyle in his flight jacket, and Noah in his onesie.

There were a lot of things that went on last week. It was a long week in a lot of ways, but there were some good things. I'll get a post up later about one of the coolest things I've seen in a long time, which is the effect of little babies on people who need to smile.

This is just a quick note to drop a couple of pictures in. I realized that it had been a while since I posted new pictures, and it seems like he's changing every single day. He's six and a half weeks old now. I know this for several reasons: first, I can look at a calendar. Second, I've been back at work for three working days now. It's not ideal, but it's OK. I still can't shake the feeling that I'm going to miss something momentous. Noah has grandparents and his Daddy taking care of him on the days when I'm not there, so to them I make this plea: if I miss something important, lie to me. It can even be a lie of omission. Just don't tell me that he walked without me there. Or giggled for the first time. Or said "Mama" (or, I suppose "Dada" or, quite possibly "Dude"). Let me think that I didn't miss it. At any rate, the picture above is a self-portrait that we made a couple of days before I had to go back. The picture at the right is Noah playing with Sam and discovering that he, Noah, has a tongue that can be used for all sorts of spit bubble making joy.

Just thought I'd share the cuteness that is Noah. Someday he will sleep through the night. And there will be much rejoicing. Yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay!