Monday, November 25, 2013

Feathered Friend

Yesterday after church, Noah and I ran into a couple of stores while Taylor headed to work to help with some construction. When we walked in Kohl's, I handed Noah one of the stuffed Woodstock characters they had near the door and figured it would keep him occupied while we were in the store. After he talked and sang to it the entire time we were there, I decided maybe Woodstock should go home with us. Noah fell asleep holding on to him in the car on the way home.

Later that same evening, he tried to stay awake until Taylor got home. He and Woodstock were so comfy on the couch, he passed out about ten minutes before Taylor walked in the door. I think Woodstock may turn out to be worth the $5 I paid for him.

Saturday, November 23, 2013

At-Home Haircut

Noah has decided that he doesn't like to get his hair cut. Not even a little bit. He hates it so much that the last time my parents tried to take him, he screamed and thrashed around so much that the lady couldn't even cut it. So they gave up and took him home. I decided to see if he would sit still for me to cut it. He sat mostly still long enough for me to give it a rough cut. Maybe he'll get more used to it and we can do a little better with it next time.

Friday, November 1, 2013

Halloween 2013

Last year for Halloween, we put on Noah's costume, went to see our friends, and then just let him run around in the cul-de-sac as a little dragon chasing tennis balls for a while. This year, I got a free costume (luckily) from a friend that her son had outgrown and was excited to see Noah dressed as a monkey. He had other ideas.

A few days before Halloween, I decided maybe we should try on the costume to make sure it fit and that he would tolerate it. We quickly discovered that he did not like the hood, but he at least let me put it on. He even played in it for a bit.

When Halloween actually arrived and it was time to get dressed to go out, he completely refused to have any part of the monkey costume. We tried tricking him into putting it on, and he cried and kicked around on the floor until he got the pants off. When an adorable little ladybug and monkey showed up to go trick-or-treating with us, we tried to use that to our advantage. "Rebekah has on her costume, let's put yours on." Nothing worked.

After fighting with him for a while we gave up. We put his Dusty Crophopper shirt and athletic pants back on and went trick-or-treating. I'm glad I didn't pay a lot of money for a costume. Maybe next year we'll try letting him pick one out and see if that works out any better.