These seem to be things we have been saying for a while. Noah does seem rather advanced for his age; but then we are his parents and have no choice but to arrogantly say this whether it is true or not. He does chatter to himself in the morning when he wakes up and we try and find words in his mumblings. It's a bit like trying to find pictures in clouds. He is also so close to crawling that it's almost painful to watch. He engages his arms and legs, but never at the same time. Then there are his teeth. Every couple of days his cheeks go pink and Cheryl and I nod at each other and say, "Oh, look who's teething again," and, of course, there is no more tooth action.
We don't want to be wishing his life away. Far from it. But he does need to pull his finger out of his inevitably pooey arse and get progressing.
Anyway, here are a couple of lovely pictures of Noah with his long haired dad.
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