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One of Jason's good friends from college and Fort Irwin had a training to do here on post yesterday, so my kids got to spend some time with Uncle Eli. Daddy also got to spend some time with his "girlfriend". Jason received two golf gift certificates for Fathers Day. So the boys went golfing after work and had a good time. Wish I had a picture of Jason swinging away in the dirt though...
Well, last night we had steak, artichokes and potatoes for dinner. I am still going through a little meat aversion phase so I just buy one large steak for Jason. When he got home and saw what was for dinner he asked "What are the kids going to eat?". I said "Elina likes artichokes and might eat a few potatoes". And I consider that a great meal by her eating habits.
So Noah has always been a good eater, amazing would be the word to describe it if you were to compare his eating habits to his sisters. And I told Jason that Noah might eat a little of his steak, so he cut some up into really small bites and put it on his plate. The kid inhaled it! We "refilled" his steak three times all the while he was eating the potatoes along with it.
About this time Noah started signing/waiving that he was "done", but Jason and I were just getting to the heart of our artichokes. I had to run and help Elina in the bathroom and when I came back to the table Jason was eating his heart and Noah was pointing to my plate for mine. So I handed it to him, figuring he would think it was slimy and give it back or not know what to do with it. Not the case, the kid went to town, again!
This boy sure knows how to make his momma (and his Nana, I'm sure) proud!
Just a quick note on each of the kiddos. First Elina loves to do puzzles. We had one or two up in the top of the toy closet that were still new in the box. I figured she wasn't old enough to do them and with Noah being the crazy boy that he is I just never got brave enough to sit down with her and do a puzzle. Well, Mummi cured us of our puzzle-phobias. She bought Elina an Ariel one at the store and Elina loved it! The first time Mummi sat at the table with her and gave some pointers, but now she does them all on her own! And we have gates blocking out the kitchen, so it can be Noah proof, and I can just set her in her booster and give her a puzzle (or six) and she is content for a good hour. It is wonderful! It especially helps her calm down and focus when she is a little feisty...
And now for my sweet baby Noah. This picture is just of him eating a go-gurt, but it explains the phase of development he is in quite well. He will be 18 months next weeks and man is he stubborn. He has to feed himself everything! And it is very frustrating, especially yogurt and oatmeal, very messy foods for a little boy who is just learning coordination. But I am learning that a warm rag to clean him up with is better than a fight! Here is a perfect example of what a sweetie he is too. This morning we grabbed breakfast on the way to playgroup, so he was eating in my lap in the front seat of the car while we were waiting for more people to arrive. Noah was being very wiggly, barely able to get a bite of biscuit in before turning to explore all the buttons and gadgets of the car. I would get a little frustrated with him and move or twist him back to the sitting position on my lap and say something like " Just sit there and eat" or " Can you just be still and take a bite". And he would turn his head and look at me with the sweet face and give me a big kiss! He did this about five times before he was over all the buttons and just wanted food.
Noah had his 18 month appointment this week and we learned ( or should I say confirmed what I knew) that he is a short kid! He is 40% for Height 50% for Weight and 95% for head circumference. The doctor said "How do you like that lollipop?" Great...but he is really on top of the whole talking thing. My mom tells that story of my 18 month appointment and the doctor asking her if I could say 7-10 words and her reply was "Why don't you ask her yourself?" So of course by the time we had gotten to that part of Noah's checkup he had already given Dr. Lundell the answer to that question. It 
made me think though, about how many words he can really say, so I came home and started a list. I stopped writing yesterday when we went over 75! I guess my KIDS are just chatter boxes, not only the girls!
