But more on that later.
At any rate, due to the around-the-clock wind tunnel created by two dehumidifiers the size of New Hampshire and six blowers with the noise volume of a rocket launch, my psyche has been weakened and my ability to write has been decimated, so I thought I’d share some videos instead.
But fear not – I totally get that not everyone finds pleasure in watching videos of other people’s kids. If you’re one of those people, I apologize with fervor and give you a fully approved excuse to come back another day.
Thanks to the addition of Ali’s Kindergarten into our lives, he’s really gotten the raw end of the blogging stick lately.
Also, he might be in the beginning stages of the Terrible You-Know-Whats (also known as The Age That Cannot Be Spoken), so I may not have been as appreciative of his more adorable tendencies of late.
And finally, I had all kinds of awesome videos of Ali at this age (including my most favorite video ever, Axiomatically Bombastic), so I thought it only fair to show Noah’s cuter side.
His prayers aren’t to me, so I suppose it’s totally acceptable that I don’t understand them.
His animal sounds, which also prove that, although I’m not a truly good football wife, I do love my husband:
Evidence that the poor kid is going to be every bit as OCD as his parents and his sister:
Noah will agree to anything that might buy him a bit of sympathy.
He decided to learn how to jump on a day that he was wearing mismatched jammies and had previously spread bread crumbs all over the floor.
And finally, to prove that I am a horrible, no good, terrible, exploitative-of-my-children’s-unfortunate-pronunciation Mother:
He who didn’t laugh may throw the first stone.