Noah blew mommy and daddy away last night. PoPo brought him some alphabet flash cards, and yesterday he wanted to look at them. We weren’t too shocked that he could name every letter, but we had no idea that he knew all the phonetic sounds to go along with them. “C: kuh-kuh-kuh.” All 26. Who teaches him this stuff? PBS? Daycare?
It made me pause when I realized he was reading better than he could speak. Case in point: Noah doesn’t say “butterfly” yet. Until recently, he just called them “flies,” but this week he’s added a syllable so that it’s more like “uh-fly.” One of the flashcards last night had a butterfly on it, to which he said “B: buh-buh-buh…uh-fly.” I could see the little wheels spinning like mad in his head when he realized what was going on in his mouth. I think we might see another verbal explosion in the coming days!
No Wordless Wednesday post this week. It’s Wednesday, but I don’t have a photo. It was too precious a moment to grab a camera. Yesterday evening, Noah caught a butterfly in the yard. He was tickled pink to get to hold it in his hands, up close and personal, and I was in awe that he could hold it gently enough to not kill it or pull a wing off.
He must have let that butterfly go and recaptured it some 3 or 4 times before I realized that this was going to end badly, without some intervention on my part. After all, this was a butterfly that let itself be caught by a barehanded 2 year-old. It was not flying well before Noah caught it, and while it miraculously seemed no worse for the wear so far, I knew our luck wouldn’t last forever. So Daddy was enlisted to create an irresistable diversion (“Look, Noah, a KEY! Can you come unlock the shed for Daddy?”) while Mommy helped the butterfly fly over the fence. Crisis averted. But it sure was fun while it lasted!
This week Noah has started to really sing along (and talk a lot more), and he thought this song was big fun… especially the bushel part. There’s a funny surprise at 0:58.
Mia says “It’s about time I got my own bed around here!”
Noah would’ve shared a photo of his new big boy bed as well, but he was too eager to get in and go night-night tonight!!
Did she really just crawl off the mat?
(I feel compelled to point out that, though my carpet is far from immaculate, THAT particular spot is drool from Ms. Bubbles here.)