Extremely pretentious pictures

Big, fat giant of a boy

There is a lovely girl next door to us called Hope. She loves Noah because she can be old and mature and look after him. She is, after all, 3 years old. Trouble is, Noah sort of dwarfs her, undermining the whole idea. Poor Hope. The following pictures have not been doctored or altered in any way. He really is that big.

Nosey Noah

Already, the boy has begun showing signs of what he wants to be when he is older. Here he is showing his investigative skills; he is intimating that he would like to be a detective. Or a gymnast. Or a peeping tom. We will have to reserve judgment for a few years yet.

We all have a favourite advert

When I was younger, I used to love the Tango adverts. There was a banned one with a load of fat, creepy, ginger men who followed James Cordon round all day repeatng every word he said. Whilst Cheryl loved the Tum-t-tum-tum indigestion tablets advert.

Noah already has a favourite advert. He can be sitting very happily, playing with his stupid foam bricks or chewing on a baby wipe but as soon as the National Accident Helpline comes on the tele (you know, the one with Joe Pasquale as 'Underdog') you can't tear his little eyes away from it. It is, in fact, the advert with the words 'I heard it through the grape vine/ national accident helpline' to the tune of Heard it Through the Grapevine by Marvin Gaye. Classic.

Please enjoy on the link, below.

Noah's favourite advert

Mummy and Noah

Noah's new best friend: Niall

"Daddy, Mummy, when is Niall coming round next?" Pleaded Noah, "He said he was going to tech me how to rap like a gangster." Then he began doing some human beatbox quite badly. Here are some pictures of the two chlling out.

Abbey Park. Grandad. Ice cream.

During the week, Mummy and Grandad took Noah to Abbey Park for the first time in his life. He ate an ice cream which he loved very much and he sat in Grandad's shoulders whilst looking at the ducks, which mummy enjoyed very much.

The park: don't be fooled, Noah doesn't love it

As Noah's parents we have become really quite savvy about how we take pictures. I mean, generally he looks good on the blog, doesn't he? That's because we edit out when he's being a pile of piss and only include pictures that make a box of puppies look like Dot Cotton's half-wiped arse by comparison.

And so it was with the park. The whole time he was there he had a miserable face. It took a lot of us dancing around trying to entertain his royal highness before he cracked the rare smiles here.

So enjoy them, won't you.

A new Noah face

Today we found a new Noah face. Turns out, Noah loves having his head scratched like you're combing his tiny Noah hairs with your nails. We wanted to capure his face because when we do this to him, he pulls the most astoundingly odd face. It also turns out that Daddy pulls a disinterested face when doing this. When you combine the two in one photograph, hilarity ensues. Or confusion.

Then here is another one.

Then we had a break and Noah showed off his fat legs.