Too tired for tickles and hiccups

The morning after the bad night

Very occasionally (and it is very occassional), Noah will wake up and it is immedietely obvious that he is not going to be in a very good mood. He will not wake up and sing to himself. His face does not light up as soon as he sees his mummy and daddy and he does not care for his food. This will usually last the day. This is the morning after such a day.

Chatting with my dad

Pardon you, Noah!

Noah was so excited he didn't realise he let out a trump.

The Jumperoo dance

Who built the ark?

Noah. Noah. 

Well, Bigjigs actually.

Then the McGees had it posted.

'Thank you for the ark' said Noah (Noah).

I can eat!

Now Noah has teeth (well, two so far anyway) he just wants to eat everything. We decided to show him that you don't just need to eat blankets, teddy bears, hair, fingers or anything else within reach, you can eat food as well. 

Noah loves food.

A first glimpse of Noah's teeth

It turns out, Noah doesn't really like showing his teeth off. Whenever he realises we are talking about them, he closes his mouth up and refuses to open up. Today we were sat out in the garden in the searing heat (there is no irony there we applied layers of factor 60) and Cheryl and I were trying to find a way to trick Noah into opening his mouth so we could get a good picture of them. Eventually, Cheryl cracked it. "Noah!" she said, excitedly, "your room is finished!"

Boom! And there were his teeth!

We can't wait to brush 'em.

Man of action

The boring bird park

We decided to take Noah to the tropical bird park to get a gauge on his interest levels (plus we were going anyway and it's free for Noah, so seems silly not to take him).

Not only was Noah not interested but he seemed a bit annoyed to even be there. He had a point though, the birds had just been fed and so were not really interested in the nuts that we had brought. The only interest the birds paid, was in biting our skin and a hole through Stephens jacket. He was not happy and showed the birds what they could do with the damn nuts.

Coming soon: Noah's new bedroom

When we told Noah his room was being decorated, he could'nt contain his excitement.

We told him that he would have to sleep in mummy and daddy's bed whilst we tried to decorate as quickly as possible.

We gave him a sneaky peak so far, but told him he would have to sleep more if he wants it done.

To be continued...

Another first for Noah (and us)

Whilst we were away, we had several very involved conversations about the nuclear threat from North Korea. Noah had some very interesting views. It was at this point that, from the McGee's living room, in the spectacular views overlooking the Clyde, Cheryl spotted a submarine. We looked through the binoculars at it and saw that it was busy with people and other boats that seemed to be escorting it to the port. A few hours later, Noah was watching the news and drew all of our attention to the story on it. It turns out that the submarine was one with David Cameron in, doing a promotion for this whole Trident debate. We essentially saw a submarine and, technically, loosely the Prime Minister.

It's a shame because Noah had a number of questions about the policies Cameron is bringing it. Noah would have had him sprawling on a pin.

Trip to the McGees part 3

Whilst we were on the Isle of Bute, we aall had a fantastic time. The weather was spectacular, the views all around were stunning and Noah loved spending time with his Grandparents. He even touched a horse.

Trip to see the McGees part 2

The ferry. Noah loved the ferry. He particularly enjoyed this photograph because he said, "Daddy, the more I look at that picture, the more your body looks like that of a dwarf." He has a point.

Then he demanded that his mummy take him outside to look at the sea. Cheryl, still racked with guilt, had no real choice but to comply.

Trip to see the McGees part 1

This week, we took Noah up to Scotland for a trip to see the McGees. He had been excited ever since we told him about the trip and, since he has no real concept of days yet, he was asking us every three hours or so, "Mummy, when are we going up to Scotland?" When the day finally came, we couldn't shut him up - he just wouldn't stop talking about all the things he wanted to do when we got there.

First, we had the mammoth 7 and a half hour journey. Noah was good as gold, all things considered. He slept a lot, and when he was awake, he spent most of the journey talking to himself. Trouble struck half way when, from the front seat, Cheryl tried to take a picture of Noah in his car seat in the back...and then dropped the iPad. Noah cried briefly but was soon chatting away to himself again. When we stopped, there was a little bruise under his eye (the first in his life). Cheryl cried. More than Noah did.

When we got to Wemyss Bay, we had to take the ferry - again, the first in Noah's life. We sat in a pub killing the time before our ferry, and he was charming a Scottish woman who was in there. "What is she saying?" asked Noah, honestly.

 Part one, comprete.

Simply pictures (lazy blogging)