One day this week, while trying to let Daddy sleep after his early morning class, we went on and outing. Petsmart, Chick fil A, and we usually go to Target. It is good to get out and get some energy out of Noah.
Well Momma has decided that the visit to Petsmart with Noah was his first step in getting ready to go to the zoo. He loved it. First we stopped to see the noisy birds. Went to see the fish, hamsters, gerbils, and mice (all of these animals we will never have in the Taylor household, to messy and too much upkeep for something that you cannot hold and snuggle on).
BUT then we got to the Chinchillas. And I must say they are so cute. A mix between guinea pigs (which I don't prefer either) and rabbits. So adorable. Then on to the cats. Noah stayed here for a while just talking to glass that separated him from the Siamese on the other side. There were no dogs for sale, but we did run into a nice lady who had 2 labs that Noah was thrilled with; and got sufficent love from.
I feel like Noah has grown leaps and bounds in his vocabulary since we got home from MS. He just repeats any and everything he hears. Yesterday we were riding in the car as a family of 3, Drew and I were talking, and I sneezed. Without prompting Noah said "Momma, Bess ou. (Bless You)"........... Yes mam' my heart just melted. I love that little boy.
Another fun thing to watch him do lately is play his Ready, Set, Go game. He will gather all his toys, put them in a pile, and the say "Ready, Set, Go" take off and give it his best shot at crashing into them, knocking them over, or scattering them everywhere. And then doing it all over again.
I still love watching him tell his toys "Hi" and "Bye, Bye" when he leaves them.
BUT (I know this is a long post) my most recent discovery for what Noah is doing NEW is...... I showed him all the little boy bruises on his shins one night. We counted the the Owwie's, and he would sit there and say "Hi Bobo's."
Last night when I got him out of the bathtub he was so upset (crying his FAKE cry) and saying "Owwie." I finally figured out that he thought all of his fingers had Bobo's on them because the were all raisined and wrinkled up. He perfected his FAKE cry till they plumped back up again.
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