tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-41863479769763923762024-03-12T16:08:10.095-07:00Noah's NotablesMusings From A ProdigyCalifornia Keyshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09105598836618841680noreply@blogger.comBlogger29125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4186347976976392376.post-17687062495606055762009-11-09T12:00:00.001-08:002009-11-09T12:20:57.144-08:00Daddy's Costume<span style="font-family:arial;">On the way from Coffee Bean to Grandmommy's house to trick-or-treat:</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;">Noah: Daddy, what is your costume?<br /><br />Daddy: Um, I don't really have a costume.... I know.... I'm a handsome man.... That's my costume.....<br /><br />Noah: No.... Oh, I know! Your costume is the Greatest Daddy In The Whole World!<br /></div>California Keyshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09105598836618841680noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4186347976976392376.post-77297915530372432842009-11-09T12:00:00.000-08:002009-11-09T12:22:13.282-08:00Happy Halloween<a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dcpc99AkgrA/SvhipS3CW7I/AAAAAAAABYk/2R6L80X8xaA/s1600-h/IMG_0771.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dcpc99AkgrA/SvhipS3CW7I/AAAAAAAABYk/2R6L80X8xaA/s400/IMG_0771.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402176214607748018" border="0" /></a><div face="arial" style="text-align: center;"><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">Cutest elephant and bumblebee ever!</span><br /><br /></div><a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dcpc99AkgrA/Svhio8zxfFI/AAAAAAAABYc/qgH64vO2-18/s1600-h/IMG_0789.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dcpc99AkgrA/Svhio8zxfFI/AAAAAAAABYc/qgH64vO2-18/s400/IMG_0789.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402176208688479314" border="0" /></a><div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"><br />A very dramatic bumble bee....<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dcpc99AkgrA/SvhfFsag5pI/AAAAAAAABXU/kOfX7mS-fwE/s1600-h/IMG_0793.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dcpc99AkgrA/SvhfFsag5pI/AAAAAAAABXU/kOfX7mS-fwE/s400/IMG_0793.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402172304457262738" border="0" /></a><br />Elephants get thirsty too....<br /><br /></div><a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dcpc99AkgrA/SvhfFPvs2CI/AAAAAAAABXM/5kk-sKLruDM/s1600-h/IMG_0790.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dcpc99AkgrA/SvhfFPvs2CI/AAAAAAAABXM/5kk-sKLruDM/s400/IMG_0790.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402172296761497634" border="0" /></a><div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"><br />Relaxing after running laps around the Coffee Bean....<br /></div><br /><a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dcpc99AkgrA/SvhfEqPJeiI/AAAAAAAABXE/yPf0FqyLluo/s1600-h/IMG_0783.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dcpc99AkgrA/SvhfEqPJeiI/AAAAAAAABXE/yPf0FqyLluo/s400/IMG_0783.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402172286692850210" border="0" /></a><div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"><br />A rare sighting of the elusive dinosaur....<br /></div><br /><a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dcpc99AkgrA/SvhpP1CYi7I/AAAAAAAABZM/RpXBYF5ADX8/s1600-h/IMG_0805.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dcpc99AkgrA/SvhpP1CYi7I/AAAAAAAABZM/RpXBYF5ADX8/s400/IMG_0805.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402183473686940594" border="0" /></a><div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"><br />Chelsea holding the elephant.....<br /><br /></div><a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dcpc99AkgrA/SvhfGWnAULI/AAAAAAAABXk/3hhex5e3NGQ/s1600-h/IMG_0833.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dcpc99AkgrA/SvhfGWnAULI/AAAAAAAABXk/3hhex5e3NGQ/s400/IMG_0833.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402172315783942322" border="0" /></a><div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"><br />What's funny about this, is that this picture was taken a week before Halloween....<br /><br /></div><a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dcpc99AkgrA/SvhfGKqn9ZI/AAAAAAAABXc/ZVGwcbg8ST0/s1600-h/IMG_0834.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dcpc99AkgrA/SvhfGKqn9ZI/AAAAAAAABXc/ZVGwcbg8ST0/s400/IMG_0834.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402172312577897874" border="0" /></a><div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"><br />Just another Saturday night....<br /></div><br /><a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dcpc99AkgrA/SvhrsOrPYxI/AAAAAAAABZc/-Om_8X5OH10/s1600-h/IMG_0880.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dcpc99AkgrA/SvhrsOrPYxI/AAAAAAAABZc/-Om_8X5OH10/s400/IMG_0880.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402186160628785938" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;">Sam was the mother, Suzi was the daughter, and Zach was her teddy bear.....<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dcpc99AkgrA/SvhgtqetEwI/AAAAAAAABYM/3o3IN1TsjX4/s1600-h/IMG_0864.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dcpc99AkgrA/SvhgtqetEwI/AAAAAAAABYM/3o3IN1TsjX4/s400/IMG_0864.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402174090644361986" border="0" /></a><br />Angry (or scary) elephant....<br /><br /></div> <a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dcpc99AkgrA/SvhgtHt7VlI/AAAAAAAABYE/FBL0gtm9zgY/s1600-h/IMG_0863.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dcpc99AkgrA/SvhgtHt7VlI/AAAAAAAABYE/FBL0gtm9zgY/s400/IMG_0863.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402174081312970322" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;">Scary bumblebee....<br /></div><br /><a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dcpc99AkgrA/SvhgsgiwmNI/AAAAAAAABX8/H4Tr_YFRU9s/s1600-h/IMG_0860.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dcpc99AkgrA/SvhgsgiwmNI/AAAAAAAABX8/H4Tr_YFRU9s/s400/IMG_0860.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402174070797146322" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;">Elephants love to slide....<br /></div><br /><a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dcpc99AkgrA/Svhgsce3GUI/AAAAAAAABX0/KzkmnocEMh0/s1600-h/IMG_0851.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dcpc99AkgrA/Svhgsce3GUI/AAAAAAAABX0/KzkmnocEMh0/s400/IMG_0851.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402174069707053378" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;">Lord of the Bumblebee Dance.....<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dcpc99AkgrA/SvhpQd5AiUI/AAAAAAAABZU/ewdWdzmPUQ0/s1600-h/IMG_0874.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dcpc99AkgrA/SvhpQd5AiUI/AAAAAAAABZU/ewdWdzmPUQ0/s400/IMG_0874.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402183484653472066" border="0" /></a><br />Leaving for trick-or-treating....<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dcpc99AkgrA/SvhiptC_UyI/AAAAAAAABYs/aiw9Ij3rDWk/s1600-h/IMG_0878.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dcpc99AkgrA/SvhiptC_UyI/AAAAAAAABYs/aiw9Ij3rDWk/s400/IMG_0878.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402176221637202722" border="0" /></a><br />Cutest. Elephant. Ever.....<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dcpc99AkgrA/SvhiqA9OguI/AAAAAAAABY0/SDyRE0o3GKE/s1600-h/IMG_0882.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dcpc99AkgrA/SvhiqA9OguI/AAAAAAAABY0/SDyRE0o3GKE/s400/IMG_0882.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402176226981741282" border="0" /></a><br />We found Elmo!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dcpc99AkgrA/Svhln_601TI/AAAAAAAABZE/oQBx1yzAPNk/s1600-h/IMG_0894.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dcpc99AkgrA/Svhln_601TI/AAAAAAAABZE/oQBx1yzAPNk/s400/IMG_0894.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402179490878379314" border="0" /></a><br />A girl and her teddy bear....<br /></div><br /><a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dcpc99AkgrA/SvhlngMhl2I/AAAAAAAABY8/v-l6A7-ywXM/s1600-h/IMG_0893.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dcpc99AkgrA/SvhlngMhl2I/AAAAAAAABY8/v-l6A7-ywXM/s400/IMG_0893.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402179482362681186" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;">One last picture of two exhausted kids after a long, long night.<br /><br />One really cute story about how the night went..... Everyone else got tired, so Alleen asked me if I could take her and Noah trick or treating for a few more houses.... I love trick or treating, so it was no problem with me, and Noah, Alleen and I trudged off to do a few more houses.<br /><br />After 2 or 3 more houses, Noah complained about his trick or treat bag being heavy and asked if I could carry it.... So we trudged on, with me holding Noah's bag.....<br /><br />About three houses later, Alleen started complaining about her bag being heavy.... Noah told her "My can carry it Alleen.... My am super strong!'<br /><br />Noah carried Alleen's bag for the rest of the night, while I carried his....<span pt="" family="SANSSERIF" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" lang="0"><br /></span></div>California Keyshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09105598836618841680noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4186347976976392376.post-22461064090102804662009-11-09T10:00:00.000-08:002009-11-09T10:00:03.927-08:00Miniature Golf - Round 2<a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dcpc99AkgrA/SvhUOKh1ZoI/AAAAAAAABWU/d_bBz4MKAHc/s1600-h/101_0667.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dcpc99AkgrA/SvhUOKh1ZoI/AAAAAAAABWU/d_bBz4MKAHc/s400/101_0667.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402160355352077954" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;">Noah on his way to the first hole. Ready to dominate the course.<br /></div><br /><a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dcpc99AkgrA/SvhUOX6pYXI/AAAAAAAABWc/Ckv63kKO_sw/s1600-h/101_0675.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dcpc99AkgrA/SvhUOX6pYXI/AAAAAAAABWc/Ckv63kKO_sw/s400/101_0675.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402160358945808754" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;">Noah at Hole 12. One of his two holes in one for the day.<br /></div><br /><a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dcpc99AkgrA/SvhUOlySFsI/AAAAAAAABWk/tMoYqzVzTdE/s1600-h/101_0676.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dcpc99AkgrA/SvhUOlySFsI/AAAAAAAABWk/tMoYqzVzTdE/s400/101_0676.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402160362668824258" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">A view of hole 12.<br /><br /></span><a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dcpc99AkgrA/SvhUPHihSkI/AAAAAAAABWs/8AICCSzKnkA/s1600-h/101_0677.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dcpc99AkgrA/SvhUPHihSkI/AAAAAAAABWs/8AICCSzKnkA/s400/101_0677.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402160371729517122" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;">Another view of hole 12, just to show you how impressive his hole in one was.....<br /></div><br /><a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dcpc99AkgrA/SvhUPbe-reI/AAAAAAAABW0/xkmhvvJqcSg/s1600-h/101_0683.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dcpc99AkgrA/SvhUPbe-reI/AAAAAAAABW0/xkmhvvJqcSg/s400/101_0683.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402160377083375074" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Noah's favorite hole on the course. When you hit the ball into the volcano, it makes erupting sounds. You know..... 'aboom, aboom, aboom'.</span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">By the way, for those of you who are keeping score:</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">Holes in One</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">Noah - 4</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">Daddy - 0</span><br /></div>California Keyshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09105598836618841680noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4186347976976392376.post-86597323042787964332009-11-09T07:00:00.000-08:002009-11-09T12:21:27.959-08:00Pumpkin Patch Day<span style="font-family:arial;">I know I'm a day late with these photos, but I'm definitely not a dollar short. Noah was in top form on his trip to the pumpkin patch with daddy.</span><br /><br /><a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dcpc99AkgrA/SvVJFcGyVmI/AAAAAAAABUU/I44YxIZrXGY/s1600-h/101_0527.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dcpc99AkgrA/SvVJFcGyVmI/AAAAAAAABUU/I44YxIZrXGY/s400/101_0527.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401303685893609058" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;">Posing in the wheelbarrow.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dcpc99AkgrA/SvVJFv5VCpI/AAAAAAAABUc/f2H2A8hdBjs/s1600-h/101_0534.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dcpc99AkgrA/SvVJFv5VCpI/AAAAAAAABUc/f2H2A8hdBjs/s400/101_0534.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401303691205872274" border="0" /></a><br />Fist pump after climbing the haystack pyramid.<br /></div><br /><a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dcpc99AkgrA/SvVJb3OBbAI/AAAAAAAABVE/xXBUjTwBr0Y/s1600-h/101_0570.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dcpc99AkgrA/SvVJb3OBbAI/AAAAAAAABVE/xXBUjTwBr0Y/s400/101_0570.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401304071128837122" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;">Noah loves barrels.<br /></div><br /><a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dcpc99AkgrA/SvVJ36BxwMI/AAAAAAAABV0/nqhAtWkQbj0/s1600-h/101_0624.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dcpc99AkgrA/SvVJ36BxwMI/AAAAAAAABV0/nqhAtWkQbj0/s400/101_0624.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401304552919122114" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;">Tiny man on a big tractor.<br /></div><br /><a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dcpc99AkgrA/SvVJGPpEmYI/AAAAAAAABUk/ofm57QkcZy8/s1600-h/101_0544.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dcpc99AkgrA/SvVJGPpEmYI/AAAAAAAABUk/ofm57QkcZy8/s400/101_0544.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401303699727620482" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;">Yes, the sign does say 'For Safety, Please Do Not Get On The Tractor', however, Noah plays by his own rules. He's a renegade.<br /></div><br /><a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dcpc99AkgrA/SvVJGgUxnRI/AAAAAAAABU0/KmfEw2k3nqo/s1600-h/101_0562.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dcpc99AkgrA/SvVJGgUxnRI/AAAAAAAABU0/KmfEw2k3nqo/s400/101_0562.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401303704205892882" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;">I think he's raising the 'pumpkin patch' roof.<br /></div><br /><a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dcpc99AkgrA/SvVJbTw5ZyI/AAAAAAAABU8/vq1JGAGxEmM/s1600-h/101_0567.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dcpc99AkgrA/SvVJbTw5ZyI/AAAAAAAABU8/vq1JGAGxEmM/s400/101_0567.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401304061611435810" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;">We found pimply pumpkins.<br /></div><br /><a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dcpc99AkgrA/SvVJGTHrzXI/AAAAAAAABUs/Tbr7qvrlhyI/s1600-h/101_0546.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dcpc99AkgrA/SvVJGTHrzXI/AAAAAAAABUs/Tbr7qvrlhyI/s400/101_0546.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401303700661325170" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family:arial;">Just a really cute picture.</span><br /></div><br /><a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dcpc99AkgrA/SvVJ4NEwqZI/AAAAAAAABV8/siOEqC7oFQU/s1600-h/101_0637.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dcpc99AkgrA/SvVJ4NEwqZI/AAAAAAAABV8/siOEqC7oFQU/s400/101_0637.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401304558031907218" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;">That's right, we entered the corn maze.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dcpc99AkgrA/SvVJ41i2xSI/AAAAAAAABWE/QUyTtuAJHTQ/s1600-h/101_0639.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dcpc99AkgrA/SvVJ41i2xSI/AAAAAAAABWE/QUyTtuAJHTQ/s400/101_0639.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401304568895554850" border="0" /></a><br />Noah is searching for the treasure after successfully completing the corn maze.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dcpc99AkgrA/SvVJcL3L4GI/AAAAAAAABVM/xj7OF2G05DY/s1600-h/101_0581.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dcpc99AkgrA/SvVJcL3L4GI/AAAAAAAABVM/xj7OF2G05DY/s400/101_0581.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401304076670197858" border="0" /></a><br />Noah made some new friends.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dcpc99AkgrA/SvVJcnPumjI/AAAAAAAABVU/v0H8wkIP6bc/s1600-h/101_0591.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dcpc99AkgrA/SvVJcnPumjI/AAAAAAAABVU/v0H8wkIP6bc/s400/101_0591.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401304084020894258" border="0" /></a>and more new friends.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dcpc99AkgrA/SvVJ3bL_z5I/AAAAAAAABVs/PHkGQVQ3bjQ/s1600-h/101_0616.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dcpc99AkgrA/SvVJ3bL_z5I/AAAAAAAABVs/PHkGQVQ3bjQ/s400/101_0616.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401304544640487314" border="0" /></a><br />and more new friends.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dcpc99AkgrA/SvVJdI9S7gI/AAAAAAAABVc/JZVBG8aSjzU/s1600-h/101_0606.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dcpc99AkgrA/SvVJdI9S7gI/AAAAAAAABVc/JZVBG8aSjzU/s400/101_0606.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401304093070388738" border="0" /></a><br />and more new friends.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dcpc99AkgrA/SvVJ2yqahjI/AAAAAAAABVk/63o-Hf7DJEw/s1600-h/101_0610.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dcpc99AkgrA/SvVJ2yqahjI/AAAAAAAABVk/63o-Hf7DJEw/s400/101_0610.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401304533762213426" border="0" /></a><br />and more new friends.<br /><br /></div><a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dcpc99AkgrA/SvVKAsPsVTI/AAAAAAAABWM/SD4u3JIMvag/s1600-h/101_0664.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dcpc99AkgrA/SvVKAsPsVTI/AAAAAAAABWM/SD4u3JIMvag/s400/101_0664.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401304703838213426" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;">Finally, an exhausted Noah proudly holds up the gourd of his choosing.<br /></div>California Keyshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09105598836618841680noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4186347976976392376.post-17153312018911375942009-11-06T20:29:00.000-08:002009-11-09T00:47:44.021-08:00Big Thoughts From Big Brother<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dcpc99AkgrA/SvT4hT7frxI/AAAAAAAABUM/Aomu5i_Is_A/s1600-h/Crocodile.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 276px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dcpc99AkgrA/SvT4hT7frxI/AAAAAAAABUM/Aomu5i_Is_A/s400/Crocodile.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401215104293252882" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;">First thing Noah said this morning:</div><p style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;">Good morning Lucy!</p><p style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;">Second thing Noah said this morning:</p><p style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;">Crocodiles live in the water. Did you know that Lucy?</p>California Keyshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09105598836618841680noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4186347976976392376.post-27046578581941666652009-11-06T20:14:00.001-08:002009-11-06T20:21:38.444-08:00Dr. Noah<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dcpc99AkgrA/SvT1jxhlMiI/AAAAAAAABUE/78RFAj81rws/s1600-h/Medical+Cross.bmp"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dcpc99AkgrA/SvT1jxhlMiI/AAAAAAAABUE/78RFAj81rws/s400/Medical+Cross.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401211848062480930" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Amyra came over to see Noah and Lucy, and Noah was very excited....</span><p style="font-family: arial;">Noah was laying on the ground and was pretending that his neck was hurting..... Amyra sat down next to him and said 'Dr. Amyra is here to save the day!' She gave him a zurbit (raspberry) on his tummy and he felt all better....</p><p style="font-family: arial;">About 20 minutes later, Noah accidentally knocked me on the head and I fell over and pretended to be unconscious....</p><p style="font-family: arial;">Noah yelled 'Dr. Amyra! Dr. Amyra! Come help Dr. Noah! Daddy is hurt!'</p><p style="font-family: arial;">Amyra came over and sat down and Noah ran away and said 'Wait here, I need to get the 'ear thing'!' He went and grabbed the pretend 'ear thing', came back, said 'Let's check his ear' and stuck his finger in my ear. </p><p style="font-family: arial;"> I didn't wake up, so Noah said 'I know! 'Wait here, I need to get the 'knee thing'!' He went and grabbed the pretend 'knee thing', came back, said 'Let's check his knees' and tapped my knees..... I kicked, but I didn't wake up....</p><p style="font-family: arial;">Noah ran away and said 'Wait here, I need to get the 'eye thing'!' He went and grabbed the pretend 'eye thing', came back, said 'Let's check his eyes' and poked at my eyes.....</p><p style="font-family: arial;">I still didn't wake up, so Noah had one more idea. He ran away and said 'I need to get the butt thing!'</p><p style="font-family: arial;">'What did you say?' asked Amyra....</p><p style="font-family: arial;">'I'm getting the butt thing!' Noah said....</p><p style="font-family: arial;">It's amazing how quick of a recovery I made!</p>California Keyshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09105598836618841680noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4186347976976392376.post-47751844953455898882009-11-06T20:03:00.001-08:002009-11-06T20:11:12.466-08:00Tired Feet<span style="font-family: arial;">We played another 36 holes of miniature golf this week, and it took a lot out of him....</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">Around the 34th hole, Noah told me:</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;">Noah: Daddy, my feet are tired....</div><p style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;">Daddy: Really?</p><p style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;">Noah: Yeah, they're yawning...</p>California Keyshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09105598836618841680noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4186347976976392376.post-36726202263721489742009-11-06T19:54:00.001-08:002009-11-06T20:00:58.477-08:00Patience Is A Virtue<span style="font-family: arial;">I was building up my afternoon of miniature golf with Noah all morning, and Noah was getting super excited about our trip. On our way to play our round of miniature golf, Noah kept asking if we were going to be there soon. </span><span style="font-family: arial;">I told Noah that he'll see a big purple castle when we get close to the miniature golf course, and that if he's patient, it will be easier to see the castle....</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">Noah told me:</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Daddy, it's not easy being patient.</span></div><p style="font-family: arial; text-align: center;">But not for me!</p><p style="font-family: arial; text-align: center;">I've been patient all day!</p>California Keyshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09105598836618841680noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4186347976976392376.post-58717377913432914502009-10-29T09:50:00.001-07:002009-10-29T09:51:32.126-07:00Piano Man<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dcpc99AkgrA/SunHFdbk52I/AAAAAAAABT0/DiQbOtPNKIQ/s1600-h/Ray+Charles.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 262px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dcpc99AkgrA/SunHFdbk52I/AAAAAAAABT0/DiQbOtPNKIQ/s400/Ray+Charles.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398064524993816418" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Noah and I went for a ride this morning and he asked if we could listen to some </span> <span style="font-family:arial;">music. I asked him what kind of music he wanted to listen to and he said he </span> <span style="font-family:arial;">wanted to listen to the 'piano music', as he was pointing to the Ray Charles CD </span> <span style="font-family:arial;">I had on the backseat (the CD case had piano keys on it.....<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;">So I explained to him that it was a Ray Charles CD, and that Ray Charles </span> <span style="font-family:arial;">couldn't see anything ever since he lost his eyesight when he was a really young </span> <span style="font-family:arial;">boy and he was really good at playing the piano.<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;">I then asked Noah:</span> <span style="font-family:arial;"><br /><br />Daddy: You know the piano and Grandma and Papa's house? Remember how hard it </span> <span style="font-family:arial;">is to play that piano? Imagine if you couldn't see the keys?</span> <br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Noah exasperatedly says: What?!? I can play that piano!</span> <span style="font-family:arial;"><br /><br />Then, as he hears the first piano solo, he closes his eyes and plays air piano.</span>California Keyshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09105598836618841680noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4186347976976392376.post-49705702417180218322009-10-05T07:00:00.000-07:002009-11-09T09:59:48.827-08:00Noah's First Round Of Golf<div style="font-family: arial;">Noah and I got an opportunity to play miniature golf this weekend and he was as cute as ever.... By the way, we played 36 holes, he got 2 holes in one.... I got 0 holes in one.... I must be a really good teacher.... Yeah.... That's it....<br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dcpc99AkgrA/SskI-fk8dJI/AAAAAAAABPQ/v_VWOfZH00o/s1600-h/Photo_100309_003.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388848298846876818" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 320px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dcpc99AkgrA/SskI-fk8dJI/AAAAAAAABPQ/v_VWOfZH00o/s400/Photo_100309_003.jpg" border="0" /></a> </div></div><br /><div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;">Noah stumped by the swinging log.<br /><br /></div><div style="font-family: arial;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dcpc99AkgrA/SskJUaZUU6I/AAAAAAAABP4/fX2VobzQkzE/s1600-h/Photo_100309_016.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388848675413054370" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 320px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dcpc99AkgrA/SskJUaZUU6I/AAAAAAAABP4/fX2VobzQkzE/s400/Photo_100309_016.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Noah lines up his putt.<br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dcpc99AkgrA/SskJUrqZPkI/AAAAAAAABQA/9OgIOigQWfg/s1600-h/Photo_100309_017.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388848680048082498" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 320px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dcpc99AkgrA/SskJUrqZPkI/AAAAAAAABQA/9OgIOigQWfg/s400/Photo_100309_017.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Noah collects his golf ball after a very tricky putt.<br /><br /></div><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dcpc99AkgrA/SskI_xUwsJI/AAAAAAAABPw/DS9IsXg0pqk/s1600-h/Photo_100309_015.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388848320790704274" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 320px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dcpc99AkgrA/SskI_xUwsJI/AAAAAAAABPw/DS9IsXg0pqk/s400/Photo_100309_015.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Noah celebrating his first hole in one!<br /><br /></div><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dcpc99AkgrA/SskI_lTl4WI/AAAAAAAABPo/_Kd0U9eQnKU/s1600-h/Photo_100309_012.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388848317564576098" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 320px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dcpc99AkgrA/SskI_lTl4WI/AAAAAAAABPo/_Kd0U9eQnKU/s400/Photo_100309_012.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">After celebrating his first hole in one, Noah has a moment of modesty.<br /><br /></div><div><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dcpc99AkgrA/SskI-iWR6pI/AAAAAAAABPY/fpoEeCTaJNc/s1600-h/Photo_100309_007.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388848299590675090" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 320px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dcpc99AkgrA/SskI-iWR6pI/AAAAAAAABPY/fpoEeCTaJNc/s400/Photo_100309_007.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Noah celebrating his second hole in one!<br /></div><br /></div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dcpc99AkgrA/SskJVHK8DMI/AAAAAAAABQI/YkqzQ7TFLFE/s1600-h/Photo_100309_019.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388848687432338626" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 320px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dcpc99AkgrA/SskJVHK8DMI/AAAAAAAABQI/YkqzQ7TFLFE/s400/Photo_100309_019.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Noah celebrating his win!<br /></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>California Keyshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09105598836618841680noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4186347976976392376.post-57658667037906838602009-09-23T12:28:00.000-07:002009-09-23T12:32:48.252-07:00Tarantula Stickers<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family:arial;">Noah: Mommy, have you seen my tarantula stickers?</span><br /></div><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Colleen was confused, we had never bought him tarantula stickers.... What was he talking about.... They ended up finding them.... They were chihuahua stickers.</span>California Keyshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09105598836618841680noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4186347976976392376.post-8832340895608160222009-07-06T01:28:00.000-07:002009-07-06T01:31:24.835-07:00Who Wants Food?<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">We were driving around, looking for a fun place to eat on Sunday morning.....</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">Mommy: Where do you want to eat, Noah?</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">Noah: I'm not hungry, let's go to the surfboard shop!</span><br /></div>California Keyshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09105598836618841680noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4186347976976392376.post-25818610149013288312009-07-06T01:07:00.000-07:002009-07-06T01:27:24.427-07:00A Little Pick Up<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Daddy, can my have a piggy-bank ride?</span><br /></div>California Keyshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09105598836618841680noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4186347976976392376.post-23313784729101939042009-07-03T13:44:00.000-07:002009-07-03T13:47:35.299-07:00That's A Cute Boy<div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"><span style="text-decoration: underline;"></span>Noah on his really cool "motorcycle"!<br /></div><br /><a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dcpc99AkgrA/Sk5t3e4g-vI/AAAAAAAAA8M/UBxCz_VJfG0/s1600-h/Noah+Bike.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dcpc99AkgrA/Sk5t3e4g-vI/AAAAAAAAA8M/UBxCz_VJfG0/s400/Noah+Bike.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354337806940437234" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;">Noah with a surprise for Mommy!<br /></div><br /><a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dcpc99AkgrA/Sk5t3lAK5CI/AAAAAAAAA8U/OC06XQeIWgs/s1600-h/Noah+With+A+Surprise+For+Mommy.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dcpc99AkgrA/Sk5t3lAK5CI/AAAAAAAAA8U/OC06XQeIWgs/s400/Noah+With+A+Surprise+For+Mommy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354337808583156770" border="0" /></a>California Keyshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09105598836618841680noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4186347976976392376.post-40388585473352574712009-07-03T13:37:00.000-07:002009-07-03T13:40:01.406-07:00Obama<span style="font-family: arial;">While riding on his bike, on the way back from feeding the ducks, Noah noticed a black guy ride past us on a bike.</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Noah: Hey Daddy! That guy looks like Obama!!!!</span><br /></div>California Keyshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09105598836618841680noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4186347976976392376.post-81680497667221697812009-07-03T13:34:00.000-07:002009-07-03T13:40:15.190-07:00The Last Piece<span style="font-family: arial;">Noah and I went on a bike ride to feed the ducks today....</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">Noah was doing a majority of the feeding, while I was sitting and handing him piece after piece of the bread....</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">I got up to give Noah the last piece of bread...</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;">Daddy: Ok Noah, this is the last piece of bread....<br /><br />Noah: This is the last piece? This is the last piece?!?!?!<br /><br />Daddy: Yup.... This is the last piece, so use it wisely.<br /><br />Noah: Here Daddy, you can have some of the last piece too....<br /></div>California Keyshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09105598836618841680noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4186347976976392376.post-1140091576919899152009-07-03T13:32:00.000-07:002009-07-03T13:33:55.576-07:00Sleepover<span style="font-family: arial;">I figured I'd post this here too, because some people read this blog and not the other one....</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">Alleen, Noah's cousin, is spending the night tonight. We all had a really fun evening. We ate some pizza, watched Strawberry Shortcake and Curious George, went to the park, and had strawberries for dessert.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">Now it's midnight, and I'm sleeping in Noah's bunk bed.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">It's really an interesting story about how this came to be... Well, it'll be interesting to the people who read this blog.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">Noah and Alleen were tucked into Noah's bunk bed, I read them a couple bedtime stories, then we shut everything down (except for the hall light). Colleen and I went to our room and got ready, until we heard Noah and Alleen talking about how Noah was scared....</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">Colleen was already in bed, so I went and sat on the floor and asked if they wanted to hear a bedtime song. They both enthusiastically agreed to a bedtime song, however, Noah demanded that he get to sing 'Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star' before I get a chance to sing anything.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">After he finished, after starting over three times, we all decided that they'd like to hear the 'Winnie the Pooh' song. Halfway through, Noah wrapped his arms around my neck and said 'I want to sleep in Mommy and Daddy's bed.' Alleen quickly said 'I'm going with him, I don't want to sleep alone.'</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">Sounds good to me, I'll go ahead and trade, Noah and Alleen would sleep in my bed, and I'll sleep in Noah's bed.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">Ten minutes later, my name is called and my bedtime story services are needed yet again.... So I laid at the end of the bed and asked what kind of story they'd like to hear. Alleen asked for a George Washington story. Of course I had a stack of George Washington stories handy.... If you've never heard the story about how George Washington loved trees, you've really been missing out! He loved them so much, that his mother told him that if he loved trees so much, he should eat one. So he went for a walk in the forest, found the perfect tree, and ate it. After he ate it, he noticed his teeth had turned into wood, and that's how they came up with the famous tongue twister:</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;">How much wood could a wood-George george if a wood-George could george wood?<br /><br />A wood-George could george as much wood, as a wood-George could george, if a Wood-George could george wood.<br /></div><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">That story earned me the title of the "funniest person in all the land". After that story, they were right on the edge of slumber, so the question was posed again, "Would you like to hear another story?"</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">"Why don't you tell us another story about George Washington?" Alleen says. So I go back to my 'infinite' supply of George Washington stories, and tell them about how George Washington helped make the United States what they are today, until they fell asleep.</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;">So now it's midnight, and I'm all alone in Noah's bed. All alone.....</div>California Keyshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09105598836618841680noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4186347976976392376.post-8322809769938790682009-06-22T15:00:00.000-07:002009-06-22T15:10:38.087-07:00Father's Day Card<div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;">Ok, so here it is, let me walk you through it.<br /><br /></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;"></span></div><div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dcpc99AkgrA/Sj_PAmgt8qI/AAAAAAAAA5E/Q7hHFJ-oHhM/s1600-h/100_7918.jpg"><span style="font-family:arial;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350222491584164514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dcpc99AkgrA/Sj_PAmgt8qI/AAAAAAAAA5E/Q7hHFJ-oHhM/s400/100_7918.jpg" border="0" /></span></a></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;"></span></div><div align="center"><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">As you can see, Noah wrote 'HAPPY' really well at the top of the card. 'FATHERS' is a little out of order, but still clear. And 'DAY' is clear in the middle of the card, right above the picture of me.<br /><br /></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350222499823365474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dcpc99AkgrA/Sj_PBFNGLWI/AAAAAAAAA5U/Id450tBsc_A/s400/100_7919.jpg" border="0" /></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;"></span></div><div align="center"><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Here's the back of the card. You can see the picture of Noah, the number 3 (which is how old he is) on the left hand side of the picture, and his signature on the right side of the picture.<br /><br /></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350222726795759778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dcpc99AkgrA/Sj_POSviEKI/AAAAAAAAA5c/ajau4d5LO6I/s400/100_7917.jpg" border="0" /></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;"></span></div><div align="center"><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Finally, you open the card, and find two large pictures of me. It made me feel pretty important!</span></div>California Keyshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09105598836618841680noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4186347976976392376.post-75890356674174576992009-06-22T11:09:00.000-07:002009-06-22T11:14:40.770-07:00Eye Coconuts<div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;">Noah was rubbing his eye, and Mommy asked him, "Is there something in your eye?"</span></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;"><br />Noah replied plainly, "Yeah.... But it's just a coconut."</span></div>California Keyshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09105598836618841680noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4186347976976392376.post-42588070968536838352009-06-22T11:02:00.000-07:002009-06-22T11:06:16.284-07:00Clean Up<span style="font-family:arial;">Colleen told Noah, on Monday morning, that we would have to clean up his room because Alleen and Thomas were coming over on Tuesday. </span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">A few hours later, still on Monday, Noah gets up and says "I'll be right back!".</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">After waiting a little bit, Colleen hears some rustling in his room and goes to check on him....</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">"What are you doing?" Colleen asked him....</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">"Just cleaning my room."</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">We're not quite sure what he was cleaning, but we're not going to stop him....</span>California Keyshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09105598836618841680noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4186347976976392376.post-31571463265724273282009-06-04T10:58:00.000-07:002009-06-04T11:05:27.754-07:00Thunder<div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;">We had an insanely loud thunderstorm in the middle on the night on Tuesday. It lasted for about an hour, but the claps of thunder set off car alarms throughout our neighborhood.<br /><br />Both Colleen and I asked Noah, at seperate times, if he had heard the thunder.<br /><br />Mommy asked him in the morning when he woke up...<br /><br />Mommy: Noah, did you hear the thunder last night?<br /><br />Noah: No, I didn't hear it because my am brave.<br /><br />Daddy asked him the next night, when the were going to bed...<br /><br />Daddy: Noah, did you hear the thunder last night?<br /><br />Noah: Yes! It said ZOBOOMAFOO!</span></div>California Keyshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09105598836618841680noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4186347976976392376.post-7132268814721829392009-05-18T08:58:00.000-07:002009-05-18T09:04:04.333-07:00Boy or Girl<span style="font-family:arial;">We're going to the doctor today to have the ultrasound that will reveal the gender of our new baby! Noah and I were talking about today's plans, and what we thought the outcome would be....<br /><br />Daddy: Noah, do you know where we are going tomorrow?<br /><br />Noah: To the doctor.<br /><br />Daddy: Yes, we are going to find out if we are having a boy or a girl baby!<br /><br />Noah: I want a boy...<br /><br />Daddy: I know, but you're going to be happy whether it's a boy or a girl, right?<br /><br />Noah: Uh huh.<br /><br />Daddy: What are you going to say if the doctor says the new baby is a girl?<br /><br />Noah: Yippee!<br /><br />Daddy: What are you going to say if the doctor says the new baby is a boy?<br /><br />Noah: Yippee Yahoo!</span>California Keyshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09105598836618841680noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4186347976976392376.post-87248934507975546982009-05-10T20:00:00.000-07:002009-05-11T09:51:33.900-07:00My So Excited!<div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;">Noah was talking to the baby in Mommy's tummy on the morning of Mother's Day.</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;">Noah: Baby! It's Mother's Day!</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;">Noah: (Excitedly) Mommy!!!!! The baby said 'My so EXCITED!'</span></div>California Keyshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09105598836618841680noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4186347976976392376.post-86706719312630656332009-05-08T12:17:00.000-07:002009-05-08T12:33:47.058-07:00Noah's Art<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Mommy and Daddy: Ok Noah, it's time for bed.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">Noah: Daddy, can we play Little People in my room for just a second?</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">Daddy: Sure, we can play Little People for five minutes, but then it's time for bed.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">Noah: Ok....</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">So we scurry off to his room, and he starts shuffling through his Little People bin.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">Noah: Where's me?!?!?!? Where's me?!?!?!?</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">Daddy: Me???</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">Noah: Oh, here I am!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">Then he pulls out a toy easel....</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">Noah: Daddy! Look! Daddy! Look! It's Noah's Art!</span><br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dcpc99AkgrA/SgSFTOFRaII/AAAAAAAAAu0/oBbXnQGZypM/s1600-h/Noah%27s+Art.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dcpc99AkgrA/SgSFTOFRaII/AAAAAAAAAu0/oBbXnQGZypM/s400/Noah%27s+Art.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333534423957727362" border="0" /></a>California Keyshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09105598836618841680noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4186347976976392376.post-8231097334217070262009-05-06T21:41:00.000-07:002009-05-06T21:45:17.543-07:00No Doubt<span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family: arial;">We were just watching Colleen's favorite band, No Doubt, on American Idol (She's a little obsessed with them...). </span><br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Noah: Mommy! They're musicians! And she's the singer!<br /></span></div>California Keyshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09105598836618841680noreply@blogger.com0