Noah. The little ham.
We knew early on what kind of boy he would be. Class clown, entertainer, little goof, outgoing and a non-stop talker. Starts out his thoughts with "Hi, (insert name of who he is talking to), and then proceeds to fill them in on everything that happened that day. Cries when I don't let him say hi to whoever is on the phone. When its an important call I find myself running laps around the house trying to talk while he chases after me. I already find myself wanting to have the "Stranger Danger" talk with him as he finds himself perfectly content to walk up to anyone at Costco and introduce them to baby Max. He makes us laugh constantly and I couldn't imagine a day without his constant commentary in his teeny tiny voice.
The other day he pulled up his pants as far as they will go and seeing our laughter, he now does this daily.
Its lost its appeal on us but we still smile along. Another week and we will have a formal intervention.
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Dang it Geno! You are too fast for me!
His uncle does the same thing! Pulls his pants up over his belly button and sticks his belly out then walks away. While I'm giggling and shaking my head..."old man".
Just don't let him teach Noah about the crab, turtle, or koala bear...sheesh crazy boys!
sweet words