Apparently, Matt and I are of absolutely no import to my mother. Only Noah. He is the only one who matters. Case and point...she would never sit in the front seat with me. Always in the back with Noah. What's up with that mom?!
This crawling thing is keeping me busy. If some other kid came over to our house, got into my magazines and ripped them up, I would have been furious! However, when my sweet little Noah, who of course means no harm does it, I play it cool. I calmly remove the ripped page from his hand that is quickly making it's way to his mouth and try to distract him with something else. Easier said than done however, and a bit of a power struggle ensues. This is just one example of his recent busyness. He is into EVERYTHING. Nothing is out of bounds. Take special note of the myriad of cords in this picture that I have yet to address. I'm a bad mom. Any ideas on how to hide cords people?