the boy

noah has had a few dance parties, and i'll add some videos. he likes to dance. "to dance," means, to him, to run around in circles and make funny goofy noises.

also, we don't do it as much anymore, but for awhile, noah and i would go for a run around the block before dinner. we did this to let josh cook in peace and also to get some of noah's excessive energy out. we would go to the "up-down-splat-garage" which is a little slanted driveway where we'd run up and run down and splat our hands on the garage. and he pats trees we pass to say hello.

this is the up-down-splat-garage

also he has a run where he flops his arms around and he kind of moans. it's his running sound. he knows to stop when he gets to a street and he doesn't need reminders for that anymore.

last night we had dinner of macaroni and he called it "rackamoni". i like that.

at school, noah does "work." he's not playing with toys, but he's working. at home when he's playing, he also calls it work. i like that, too.

he is suddenly ticklish in a way he wasn't. it happened sort of sudden. now he's ticklish when i'm changing his diaper, when i pick him up, and even the other day when i was undoing a button on his sweater. he said that tickled.

he (hopefully temporarily) has gotten fascinated with poop. i expected this to come up later. i'm guessing it will re-emerge later. he was talking about how pee and poop are going to drive the car, and he was laughing and laughing. and a dog has a butt.