In honour of The Games, Noah is sporting his new Team Canada sweater, just like his Daddy.

Noah’s previous shots – mouse over for his age in each picture

Parenting is full of revelations, so I expect there will be more confessions to come in later posts.

1. My Mom was right. About ALL of it. Damn.
2. Being vomited on is no longer enough of a reason to change my shirt.
3. I’ve dirtied a dish just to put it in the dishwasher so I wouldn’t feel guilty about running a completely empty dishwasher just to lull Noah to sleep.
4. I tried baby formula to see what it tastes like. It tastes like barf.
5. Going pee now counts as my “me time.”
6. I once ran the vacuum for twenty minutes to soothe Noah before I realized I could have actually vacuumed the floor during that time. By then he was asleep, so I didn’t bother.
7. I count doing laundry as exercise. Well, it should be; there’s so damn much of it now.
8. Sometimes I forget to turn off the transmitter end of the monitor in our room once Noah  starts crying during the night and I don’t feel as bad about it as I should.  I know that it would wake up Adam while I tried to calm Noah down, but if I’m up, he can be too.
9. The cat once licked his head for twenty minutes and I counted that as his bath for the day.
10. If I have to use the bathroom while I am out with Noah in a carrier and have no where to put him, I have to pee while he is still in his carrier strapped to my chest. Instead of feeling weird about this, I feel kinda proud that I can manage it.
11. When talking to Noah all day I use the word “Mommy” a lot in the hope that I’ll win the “What Word Will He Say First” contest.
12. Mini Wheats is classified as complex dinner preparation these days because you have to add the milk.

What? I still have 20 minutes before Wednesday is over, so I’m not late.

Oh crap. I just ruined the “wordless” part, didn’t I? Ah well, I never was good at being wordless.

Via, Found by Adam

Here are some of the other pics from Noah’s two month “photoshoot” we had last month that I haven’t posted yet.

“Ooo, a photoshoot. This is going to be fun, DogBear”

“Wow, This is taking a long time.”

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“How many more pictures do you really need?”

“Are you almost done, Mom? I’m getting tired.”

“NO MORE PICTURES!”

Noah’s previous shots – mouse over for his age in each picture

Noah has a bit of a cold, so I asked Adam to pick up some Saline solution so I could clear is nose and help clear up his congestion. I asked him to get unmedicated drops since you aren’t supposed to use cold remedies on babies and a mist wouldn’t help wash out the gook. I wanted to make sure he got something suitable for use on small babies, but didn’t realize I may have told him the specifics a couple times too many until he returned home.

Me: “Did you get them?”

Adam: “Yup.”

Me: “Did you get the right kind? The ones for ba —”

Adam: “Saline rinse, drop form, unmedicated, mild solution,  recommended for occasional nasal congestion. And there’s a picture of a baby on it.”

Me: “Oh. Well, good.”

He’s taller than his bunny now! He just outgrew the sleeper we brought him home in and I didn’t know what to do with it. I wanted to frame it or something.

I like this picture because he is wearing what my cousin Tina calls his “Grandpa Sweater,” which is apparently quite delicious…

Noah’s previous shots – mouse over for his age in each picture.

My sister (in-law) Julie was the first person I knew to do this, but it has caught on and is quite popular now in the family for tracking the growth of all the grandkids. It’s traditional to use a stuffed animal for scale, but I had to use two to prop him up by wedging him in between them. He was still a little floppy, especially when was sleepy and he is sleepy a lot. Emily said that when she saw the bear for the first time it was much smaller than she expected from the picture, so it’s hard to get an idea of just how tiny and cute he was at that time.

I am a bit behind in posting these, so the first few will be posted all at once, then I’ll post them monthly as I take them.