so much for lunch
Slept like this for at least half an hour.
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Another year has come and gone.
Forgive me if I don’t have a cheerful holiday tone in this post. I’ve not been motivated enough to post in a long while, and I’m essentially forcing myself to write this one. So to those who yelled at me about posting again…happy holidays. Here’s your gift.
About a month ago I was given the treat of being able to sleep in. This is a very rare occasion, as Teresa would probably starve herself to death if she knew she could get a few weeks uninterrupted sleep. The only mornings she gets up before me is when she works, and Noah tends to wake up from her moving about the house, so even my weekends start pretty early. I rolled around in bed waking every so often, trying to ignore the growing worry. Something was amiss. Teresa NEVER gets up before me if she doesn’t have to…
And boy was there a catch. I walked into the bathroom, to find this:
There’s always a catch.
So there you go, for those who don’t already know, we’ve got another one in the hopper. August 5th due date. Birthday will be right after mine. Hope he/she doesn’t get too jealous when we blow all the party money on my birthday each year. Them’s the breaks.
So Christmas happened. I wanted to say that this year went off without anyone vomiting through the night like last year, but Tree is pregnant, which means there’s plenty of it happening.
Noah got more presents than God. Our den looked like a wrapping paper monster committed seppuku. He literally ran from present to present, trying to figure out how to devour as much fun as possible before it somehow slipped away. He was like someone at a radio station event in one of those cash snow globe things. And this was before the in-laws came into town. Two days after I cleaned the house, finding wrapping paper bits like sand in your body after going to the beach, it all happened again. It took Noah about 40 minutes to lose his favorite toys. We spent hours looking for them. Since Christmas day I’ve spent most of my days searching for some toy Noah can’t find. It’s maddening.
Seeing the Korte’s was nice. I didn’t get to see them much because of work, but I know Teresa appreciated having someone else around to take care of Noah while she was sick, and I’m sure they loved hearing her complain about being hungry, but unable to eat anything. Their visits are always good and bad. Good, because they leave behind things like half eaten Hershey’s Chocolate Cream Pie. Extra good cause with tree being so sick, it’s all mine. But bad because, despite their host’s many objections, they continue to use the ice crusher in our fridge door, which leaves crushed ice for 3 days following their visit. So every time I get something to drink I’m attacked my ricocheting ice pellets that end up on my floor, later to be soaked up by my socked feet. But you know…then there’s pie.
So New Year’s came and went. Tree and I celebrated the clock turning by sleeping/sitting at the computer. You can guess which one of us did which.
I managed to miss my 1500 mile cycling goal by just 74.42 miles. I tried hard to finish it, even learned that i could do 20 miles in just over an hour (which surprised the crap out of me) but the last 3 days of the year were bitterly cold, and I simply don’t own the right clothing to go biking in 20 degree weather. So I’ll reset the 1500 mile goal for 2010. February last year I barely road at all, so I’m sure if I just try to avoid lulling months I can overcome it pretty quickly. That, and now that I’ve discovered riding 14 miles straight to the train station in the mornings, skipping the bus, is quite refreshing, I’ll probably do that more often, which will certainly up my daily mileage.
(This is why skipping the bus is worth the extra 8.5 miles)
Oh,there’s also this:
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I was playing a game on my phone that Noah likes to watch called “Abduction” where you make a cow jump from platform to platform by tilting your phone. As I was playing Noah just started counting out of the blue. We didn’t prompt him to at all. he got all the way up to 13 before starting back at 1 again. As always, once we tried to video tape it, his performance tanks, and he insists nothing in the world is more important than cars.
noah: le artiste
It’s all about marketing. It’s easy to just say, “Crap! My kid got a hold of my camera!” But with the right business sense and a little marketing savvy, you’ve got yourself a child genius, future super famous artist.
Lady and gentlemen, I bring you the early work of THE Noah Bullard.
noah versus horse
Personally, I think the horse should have the helmet.
happy belated birthday!
Ok, so I’ve been dreading this post. I’ve put it off over and over again. While there’s not a horrific amount of photos to go through, I feel the need to have all the photos, and the most recent videos put all together in one post. And video editing is less than fun. Worst thing about it is it’s like credit card debt, the longer I put it off, the worse it gets. Noah just keeps doing more and more cute things that we just have to video. He’s such a jerk.
I think I’m just going to put off the video. I’ll just make the minimum payment and ignore the growing problem. Here’s hoping stops being adorable.
So, on to the birthday (I can hear Kathie saying, “Finally”. I hate her.) Noah’s birthday party went very well. I heard several people say it was a great party for a 2nd year birthday. Now, it may have been lip service, but it makes sense to me to just take kids to a park and feed them. The less activities I (read ‘Teresa’) have to plan and administer the better.
Not a whole lot of highlights to relay. Everyone had fun playing in the playground, which, again, was the plan. Comma. Sorry mom.
So, PICTURES.
No, we did not use already-burnt candles, Noah just started blowing as soon as the lighter came out. What you see here is the first-lit candle already extinguished. Only one way to solve this issue, really.
As we sang ‘Happy Birthday’ (all rights reserved, copyright 1935, Summy-Birchard Music.) I literally had to deflect Noah’s constant attempts to blow out the candles. The song ended, my hand removed, Noah was free to blow out candles, but then had issues with the second one going out. Not a trick candle, I promise, he’s too young for that kind of evil. Not to say he won’t be old enough soon. But finally…
Awww…look at that smile. Crap. There’s gonna be so much video to edit before I finally get to it.
riding
Oi, what a first half of a day. So my buddy Juan had the idea that we all go out for a bike ride, but due to schedules and rain, we decided to cancel. But Tree and I figured we might have time to do a quick ride early in the day, so we decided to go it on our own.
Thus began Murphy’s Memorial Day.
You know, I started this post, and then we put Noah down for a nap, and we napped too. Now we’re all up, and I have that good tired feeling all over where I just wanna watch TV and eat ice cream. So I’ll just give you a short list of the crap that happened this morning, rather than the usual long rant fest:
1) blown bike inner tube
2) lost bolt for hold Noah’s bike seat onto my bike
3) bought new bike tube and blew out the sidewall of the tire while replacing it
4) bought new tire
5) rain
Yep. Making a short list really takes the wind out of 2 hours of an unending trail of issues keeping you from having a nice bike ride with the family. But as you can see, Noah had a fine time.
And it’s tough to complain when, at the end of the day, you can get a photo like this of you and your spouses leg:
noah is sick
Day two of Noah being sick. Just a fever. Boy is he a pitiful mess.
what i learned today
Today I learned that the previous owners of my house didn’t own a stud finder.
maybe its time…
to get him some new pajamas.
this arbitrary time period in noah
I’ve complained many times to friends about how we sometimes take as many as 300 pictures of Noah each MONTH. There are times when I will find 40 or 50 pictures of Noah from one session on a swing. I have to wade through hundreds of pictures of Noah’s face getting progressively more covered in food, using any excuse to delete some to free up every decreasing hard drive space. Oh look, one eye is half closed, delete. This one is completely out of focus, delete. All the while Teresa is over my shoulder, “But you never know, we might want that one of Noah’s blurry hand covering the entire lens!”
A few times we wondered how it will turn out with our (assumed) second child. It’s common knowledge that the first baby always get the nicest baby book, and personal knowledge that by the third child, me, my parents didn’t even bother remembering my first word.
But since Teresa and I are so forward thinking, we’ve jumped ahead and started neglecting Noah. Not in the conventional sense mind you, but in a more comparative one. For most people it wouldn’t be a big deal, but to go from 271 photos of Noah in his 9th month, to a total of 2 in his 19th month, well, let’s just say it doesn’t look pretty for his future if you put it on a graph.
Think about that for a moment. 271 pictures of one person in one month. That’s 9 photos a day. I you assume you’re awake for 16 hours out of the day, that’s almost a photo every 2 hours. Are we parents, or stalkers?
Well, no need to worry any more. The two pictures of Noah in his 19th month document him noticing the cat on a shelf. One day we’ll look back and wonder what happened in that month. Did his life just come to a stand still? Was he just really boring that month? Have we lost interest in our son? First it’s 2 pictures a month, next it’s me skipping baseball games for a late meeting, and before you know it, we’re an 80′s coming of age movie. I can’t imagine what I’ll say when he comes home with an ear ring. And a girl he made using science and a Barbie doll.
Anyways, enough of my rambling. Here’s some more video of Captain Adorable Pants.
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