O.K. I know this post is a little late but I've been busy! Last Friday Noah's peep's came over to help him celebrate his birthday. I was only there long enough to clean up the garage, put the drinks on ice (redneck style in a wheel barrel), bake the pizza and set out the chips and plates.Glenn, Aaron and I had to be at baseball game in Santa Cruz which was fine with Noah. I got the feeling he didn't want us at his party anyway. When we got back they had cleaned up everything and one of the girls even cleaned Noahs room. That's one brave girl!
Today is Noah’s birthday and it makes me cry to think about it. I really can't tell you why this birthday is so sad for me it just is. When I think back on the past seventeen years they seem to be a blur, but there are a few memories still fresh in my mind that I would like share..... When he was a year old, he used to point at the top of the refrigerator and say "I have a tootie?" (that's where we kept the cookies), when he was two his Aunt Terry asked him "who's the best mom in the world and he pointed at me and then she asked whose the best Dad in the world and he said my Dad then she asked him the most important question of all... Who's the best Aunt Terry in the world and he replied "WELL YOU"RE NOT"! (that's a classic!) When he was a Ninja at three and used to wear one of my old purse straps on his head (see picture below) When he was three and a half and decided he was going to ride the exercise bike to Grandma Dixie’s house (see picture below), when he was four he stuck a Lego up his nose because his best friend Stephanie told him to, when he was six he used to think his grandpa John picked plums because he was a plumber, when he was ten and found out their was no Santa, and was concerned that if he didn't know that, and he got married and his wife didn't know that, then his kids wouldn't get any gifts.
