The first one was on Sunday, and now I can’t even remember what it was. I think it involved food.
Then on Monday, Noah told one of the teachers to open the door for him. Noah is a big fan of doors these days, and particularly enjoys closing them. Any “door” will do — traditional, gate, fridge, car, or cabinet. If it swings on a hinge, it is a door for Noah’s purposes.
Yesterday, we went grocery shopping. It turned out that the trick to avoid a complete meltdown in the extremely slow line was to let Noah have my keys. Happily, they’re on the kind of ring that separates into 2 parts, so I could still get into the car to get us home, without reviving the meltdown.
“I gah KEYYYYYYYYYYYY!”
It was too cute.
And I figured out that I could get him to say it over and over by asking questions like, “Does Mommy have the keys? Does Kaylee have the keys? Does Miss Val have the keys?” By the time I reached the 2nd or 3rd person, he would jubilantly declare, “I GAH KEY!” And unlike most of his new skills, he was even willing to show that one off to Mommy when we got home.
This morning, “I go!” and later, “I go skoo?”
In other Noah news, this week has also introduced an obsession with excitement about the character Diego, from “Go, Diego, Go!” You may recall that Noah has a riding toy featuring Diego.
For the last 2 mornings, the first thing Noah has said to me after he wakes up and nurses for a few minutes is, “GoGo?” He is impatient until we find the Dora book with two pictures of Deigo, and declare “GoGo!” to one of those pictures. For the previous week or two, the wakeup idea was either “Car?” or “Ball?”
Sorry if you thought this was going to be a story about Noah’s love of Chuck Brown.
I think Noah would like Chuck Brown, but at the moment he’s mostly into the classic MoTown sound. Last night, Noah danced for nearly the entire time we watched Dreamgirls. (With occasional breaks to read the GoGo book and while gnawing on a whole Bappo (apple) with great pride.)
Here’s some gratuitous cuteness from a recent playdate with Liam, aka King of the Babies, the only child we personally know who makes Noah look small:
